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Six long tables mark out a rectangle. Clothes, knick knacks and books are piled high. Amongst all these tired belongings lie hidden gems, just waiting to be found and claimed.
It sits on his face, long and spiky, like the spines of a porcupine. In black and white, it tells me to keep away. Do not cross him today.
He stands at an old concrete bus stop. Straight and tall, he is clad in a sensible plant-green waxed jacket. He stares as we drive past, his long off-white beard hanging in a neat triangle down to his navel.