I saw the cutest couple on the train yesterday:
Russians, between 65 and 70.
He was very skinny w/ crazy hair and shoes that
looked like Brezhnev gave them to him. Poor looking. Bright eyes.
She was round and very calm. They spoke softly
in Russian to each other the whole ride, and looked
as if they had never seen the north side of Chicago before;
kind of delighted, in a modest way.
He kept getting up to check the map, and she watched him
to make sure he didn't fall.
Humble, happy, quite pleased with their train ride and each other.
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