
Three people have just stopped at the window. Their car is parked behind them; one lady holds onto the car door, steadying herself before stepping to the footpath. They others lean to look through the door.
‘David would in there if he were here.’
‘Yes, he would.’ The third lady joins them. She also leans to look through the glass.
‘Yes. I think so, too.’
‘But not now.’
‘No.’
I hope they were able to find David!
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I love the image of the man reading on the stoop with his mug of coffee and cat beside him.
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I like that image too – I just realized I didn’t include the name of the artist
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Well, I actually got the impression that he had passed away. But I don’t know…I’ll never know.
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Ohhhh, I get it now. Well in that case, how nice that they have bookish memories of David.
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I know the places a David would like too.
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