the Bull

On Easter Sunday, men in ties walk arm-in-arm with women in brightly-printed skirts. They wear sandals and light sweaters, never mind the slight chill lingering on an otherwise perfect sunny day. On the sidewalk, a white-haired couple embraces tightly. They linger that way, and as I walk by, I see that the hug has pulled the man’s shirtsleeve back, revealing a coarse tattoo on his wrist: THE BULL.

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