Thursday, September 18, 2014

Homeless


When I walk early in Tasmajdan Park, I often see this woman on the same park bench.  Of course she's not there in inclement weather, but when it's warmish, she is, and I go early enough to see her awaken, make her 'bed', and then do her hair.  And then she speaks, sometimes softly, sometimes in a harsh voice, to  her suitcase.

Of course I don't stick around to eavesdrop, but this is so sad. I wonder what her story is.

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