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PDX Airport 

an old widow sat near me
with her daughter
one of them, probably the mother
reeked of too much make-up
and perfume
I moved to sit somewhere else
next to a garbage can
doesn’t smell as bad as her 

there was a little girl
with purple blonde hair
and braids
standing on the moving sidewalk
waiting impatiently
she noticed a man beside her
not on the moving sidewalk
walking with a limp
he passed her and a look of shock
came over her face
she took off jogging