Cafe. Her outstretched filthy hand. Half my sandwich gone. I’d be hungry this afternoon but her child was fed. A cool breeze. Winter comes.
Cafe. Her outstretched filthy hand. Half my sandwich gone. I’d be hungry this afternoon but her child was fed. A cool breeze. Winter comes.
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So much said in so few words! Excellent!
Lovely!
So deep and moving