On when I used to cycle to work past SUVs, crack houses, churches, and friends
So I once rode the 7km from my home to my workplace every day. One day it really dawned on me how diverse this journey really was.
Beautifully brutal stories that live in my heart from the street
So many stories. So many real people with real blood running through their veins. Homelessness is not the entire CV/resume of the folks we see on the street. My life has been so enriched by the privilege of being able to hang out with very real, caring, compassionate, intelligent, broken people.
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