#12 By The Bridge
He lives in this little wooden box thing at the side of the bridge.
He’s got to be in his 80s with a beard that a warlock would be proud of.
I moved here to Paris from Des Moines two years ago.
I saw him the day I arrived and I’ve seen him every day since.
Every day except the 4th of June 2011.
That day he wasn’t there.
It totally freaked me out. I was sure he was dead.
I cried.
But the next day he was back.
I wonder where he went that day?
Beautiful
Just read all the stories back-to-back, man. Really great stuff. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thanks Gerard. Really appreciate it!