The Sarnano Man
The man never offered his name. The closest I ever had to a conversation was to say good morning. He did not acknowledge or seem to hear.
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The man never offered his name. The closest I ever had to a conversation was to say good morning. He did not acknowledge or seem to hear.
In Sarnano, when the weather is warm, the wind is calming and the sun has begun to set, I see the old man and his wife.
We found a few old bags with whom we brought our world with us when we came from Canada to Sarnano. This is their story.
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