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Musings from the Laundromat: The frail man

The frailest man was filling a machine and I stood staring, unable to look away.  I knew I had to photograph him – no matter who saw me do it.

Here he is.

 

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His pants are at least 3 sizes too big on him.  He shuffles.  He gingerly filled his laundry detergent cup and of course, I instantly wanted to wrap him in soft tissue and put him in my pocket.

He’s shuffled outside now, where he went, I don’t know.  I’m just glad it’s not windy today – he may be blown off course if it were.

He found his way back – we exchanged a smile after he transferred his small load into a dryer.

It was the most lovely smile.

Then I took some more photos.  I’ve decided to name him Marvin.

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