I'm awake.. I'm awake..
Life's still slow and monotonous as usual.. Until this sighting of an old unusual homeless lady yesterday..

She carried and air of nothing but grim, ominous, nothing good.. Furnitures packed neatly, tucked right in front of our block's letter box, with her old mattress tied on top, she's sitting by the side. She's been there since yesterday morning, not moving an inch from the space, nothing came, and yet we're all not sure have she eaten anything. She just sits there on a portable chair, just gazing away...

It pains me. This sight..
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