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Homeless

Late afternoon, doorways are heaving shoppers aloof, life walks her by the young girl in the doorway none turns even an eye a sad sight to remember bowing my head, I wanted to cry. Huddled amidst a ragged duvet facing a bitter cold night a little comfort came down the soft glow of a street…

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At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.
Oscar Wilde