It was some special celebration of the work of Charles Taylor, on the roof of some big hotel. People were milling around, it was still early. I saw Mr. Taylor crouching under a table, wearing white running shoes and a kind of jogging suit. I went over to him to congratulate him on winning the big prize. He said he had hurt his ankles running, perhaps snapped some strings in his ankles. I realised he was in great pain. I wondered if I should get him some help. Then I had to go and check on the baby.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Charles Taylor
It was some special celebration of the work of Charles Taylor, on the roof of some big hotel. People were milling around, it was still early. I saw Mr. Taylor crouching under a table, wearing white running shoes and a kind of jogging suit. I went over to him to congratulate him on winning the big prize. He said he had hurt his ankles running, perhaps snapped some strings in his ankles. I realised he was in great pain. I wondered if I should get him some help. Then I had to go and check on the baby.
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