She said: "He started coming to the park after his partner died. It was something to do. In the warmer months, he liked to watch the people who passed through it on their way to one of the museums or galleries. They were usually followed by school age children wearing shorts and cloth bill caps with sports team names on them. There were only a few other regulars at the park, and although he didn't know much about them, he knew them all by name. In the winter fewer of them came to sit and talk, but he himself never missed a day. It was better than sitting in the apartment, alone, in the quiet that was never filled. Watching the dust settle. Hearing the sounds of distant neighbors. Thinking about the time he had alone."

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