In winter, homelessness becomes physically easier to imagine. The wind cuts into my coat as I hurry inside, and I get that feeling that I couldn’t bear to be out in the cold one more second.
Posted on 10 December 2008.
In winter, homelessness becomes physically easier to imagine. The wind cuts into my coat as I hurry inside, and I get that feeling that I couldn’t bear to be out in the cold one more second.
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