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The Warming Barrel Old men in dirty,tattered overcoats grasp fire in a charred barrel. They wander in clumsy,aimless circles, stomping leaky,torn leather boots. Dull glassy eyes in age-lined faces stare through the flames to faces far away: warm, unburdened by hunger. |
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