Clementine was the best thing I saw Tuesday
Wednesday
Today there is no picture for the best thing I saw. It wasn't even the best thing I saw, rather the best thing I experienced. He was a man with smooth dark skin, white, wiry hair, and dark, yet slightly milky eyes. They were not dull, no, they were crisp, but there was age in them. Experience of things witnessed, both good and terrible. I could not have taken a picture of him for this. I wouldn't have known how to ask. This man made my day. Maybe even my week, for every time I think of our meeting, I smile. I know I'll always remember him in some fashion, even if the memory fades, he will reside somewhere. Such humility and grace. Such poise and such desire to further himself. I can only imagine what he has been through. You can't say "things were very bad, we had civil war for 16 years," and expect it to be anything close to the bad we know. "Thank you you much for your time and caring in meeting me. Miss, it was so nice to meet you."
Likewise.
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