A pause in the busy market, as people sit quietly and eat fruity ice cones.
I stare at the shadow into the bright, cold reflection and I wonder.
Is it my reflection that I am staring at, or is it my granmother’s.
I never knew her, but I recall a very similar sepia faded image of her, wrapped in a scarf.
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