Day 141An evening walk along the local High Street with my brother and Ralph, although Ralph and I had already walked miles of more street exploring. I just had a fleeting glimpse of this 'bag lady'. She looked so cold and worn but nevertheless her hair was carefully put up in a bun.
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They always touch my heart, what takes them there, sometimes personal poor choice, sometimes poor circumstance..."there but for the grace of God, go I... poignant writing and drawing.
Very tender looking drawing
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