How on earth does this happen? My heart breaks in pathos for this creature. She just wandered the train platform never raising her eyes for a moment. My mind races imagining the sad scene of her daily existence...a basement apartment with lace curtains? Cammomile tea? lots of cats? One tiny hand mirror used when trimming hair with nail scissors? I surely don't presume to suggest that I am in any way a better person...in fact posting this image certainly suggests otherwise...I just wish for her sake one of her neighbours has her over for a glass of wine and tells her she has a pretty smile so she can hold her head up one day.
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