The Drifter

He walks across the street. I see him everywhere I go and I wonder why he ventures across the land. His bearded face is worn and tired, while wearing an expression of deep thought. Maybe he is looking for something? In the past, he could have been a vagabond ronin or a drifting gunslinger.. A man of few words and big actions. From coast to coast, this wanderer seems to have not found his peace with the world yet. He makes his way toward me, and we make eye contact. He gives me a nod, and goes his own way.

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