Wedding dress
The first morning Kevin really looked closely, he thought it might be a blanket or a pile of old clothes. But when the breeze caught the fabric, he saw delicate lace and shimmering silk. It wasn’t rags at all, but a wedding dress, bright and spotless against the man’s weathered hands. Kevin felt a strange mix of curiosity and concern twist in his chest as he watched from across the busy street.
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