I came across this rusty bicycle propped against a wooden shed and slowly being overtaken by weeds. It had been stripped of all the things -- seat, pedals, brakes, tires, etc. -- that made it useful. Nevertheless, like an old person who has been set aside by society and forgotten, the solitary bike still has dignity and a story to tell.
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