Just like in homeless days, there is my coffee mug sitting on the arm of the bench. Other homeless sat on this particular bench also. If I had kept notes might have stories to tell about them. And me. And any homed people I spoke to while I sat.
Friday, July 31, 2009
A Bench on Linden
Not much to say about this bench on Linden. Pretty. Sat on it for an hour or so now and then. As always, thinking about the past. Remembering…
Just like in homeless days, there is my coffee mug sitting on the arm of the bench. Other homeless sat on this particular bench also. If I had kept notes might have stories to tell about them. And me. And any homed people I spoke to while I sat.
Just like in homeless days, there is my coffee mug sitting on the arm of the bench. Other homeless sat on this particular bench also. If I had kept notes might have stories to tell about them. And me. And any homed people I spoke to while I sat.
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