Silver

It rained over the weekend. At the same moment a semi-truck passed and sprayed my windshield with silver drops, a plane took off to my left and lifted into the air. A few minutes later I saw a man downtown with long, silver hair, his clothes dirty and torn. He reached into a garbage can, took out a bottle and drank from it.

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