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Image II: My brother
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images He stands in the brightly lit hallway, wearing ripped and faded clothes. His long brown hair curls about his shoulders. Everything in the hall is covered by a layer of plaster dust. He continues sanding the plastered walls to prepare for tomorrow's paintjob. His long, bony hands are covered to the wrist in dust. He unconsciously brushes his hand across his brow, smearing dust on his scarred face. He turns his head toward the one window. "Those guys are stealing cars from the post office again," he mutters. For a moment, he looks as if he cares. Then he looks at the wall and continues his work.
