| THE OLD MAN |
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He came alone to the men’s pool, hobbling along with the aide of a forest pole polished bare by years of his use. Wrinkled, white locks now balding and wispy; white stubble outlined his chin. He wore a simple cotton cloth, barely big enough to cover his feeble loins. The young lords deferred to him and moved aside to allow him into the most accessible pool; they did not demean his independence or dignity with offers of unneeded or un-requested help. He enjoyed his bath and refreshed; his meager cloth wrapped once more about his waist, returned to the village.
River life, YauYau |
