A gentle man in a grape coat and chocolate hat turns his back on the world. He spent long hours peddling rich, green soup with a soft voice that commanded the respect of my childhood. We never met. The seal of imprinting on my heart is indelible. A world without him resting in quiet lollipop gardens is the first time in forever someone knew whether the world was real, or a lie.
4:21 p.m. - 2016-09-05
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