We found him in the courtyard
Facing the sun
Head down
Appearing feeble and weak and grey
fummbling with something in his hands
oblivious
I felt a mix of sadness and compassion
I did not want to startle him
The cobblestones led a path to him
I spoke surely ' did you win anything? '
He raised his head and turned toward me
His eyes went from lost to bright
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