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K Mark Schofer

I walked over to the pay phone located on the corner. It looked lonely and forgotten. To keep it happy I searched my pocket for a quarter.

I did not have one. Instead I made a collect call to the only number I knew. The person on the other end did not accept the call.

They said to call back after 11.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.