Beyond the cityscape of skyscrapers is a green park, an oasis for those seeking respite from concrete and blacktopped roads. There, on a bench near a bus stop, a woman rested. This space was her home. She was a familiar face in the neighborhood, the locals treated her with kindness. They knew her only as “Lisa.”

Like every other day, she sat on the bench adorned in sunglasses, her wavy locks of grey and white hair flowing out from under her two hats, one stacked on top of the other. She wore various layers of shirts and pants which she kept on year-round, no matter the season. And that late summer afternoon wasn’t any different until someone came to join her.

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