is walking outside during my 15 minute break.
sitting on the cement.
it's so clear out that the pools of water from the rain reflect the seagulls over head. you can watch them glide for a split second until they crash into the sides of dry asphalt.
sometimes a turkish boy will toss his cigerate and this causes and eruption of waves adding paterns to their flight.
they sit seven to one bench. dressed like refugees. talking in their strange language. usually about all the mone they are taking back home with them.
and then i look at how fast my nails are growing out here.
we go back to work.
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