The sun is long gone, and the bright colors of sunset are fading into ash and slate and soft violet.
There's a man sitting wrapped in a threadbare blanket, in the shelter of a piece of construction scaffolding. A scrap of cardboard propped in front of him reads, in straggling childish capital letters:
BE YE KIND TO THE STRANGER IN THY MIDST; FOR YE WERE STRANGERS IN THE LAND OF EGYPT ANY FOOD OR CHANGE YOU CAN SPARE GOD BLESS
His dull stare focuses abruptly as she approaches.
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Date: 2007-08-23 03:35 am (UTC)There's a man sitting wrapped in a threadbare blanket, in the shelter of a piece of construction scaffolding. A scrap of cardboard propped in front of him reads, in straggling childish capital letters:
ANY FOOD OR CHANGE YOU CAN SPARE
GOD BLESS
His dull stare focuses abruptly as she approaches.