Small details
Kevin began to notice small details he hadn’t before: the old man’s faded gray polo with an embroidered logo on the chest, his worn black shoes that looked like they had walked countless miles, and his trembling fingers always tangled in the fabric. There was something heavy in his posture, a weight that clung to him like an invisible fog. Each morning, the sadness seemed to grow thicker around him.
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