Who are you? What is your story? Did you escape abuse? Are you bound to addiction? Are you young, old? Where is your family? Do they know you are here? Are you sleeping now that the business people have possessed the streets as they always do during daylight hours? Was the night hard?Are you a vet? Have you seen war on foreign soil? Are you scarred internally by what you have seen, what you have done? Thank you for fighting for my freedom. I am so sorry that this is what you are coming home to. Another war, only in this one the enemy is not trying to kill you with violence but with disdain and judgement.
As I sip my latte this morning at the bistro table within the warmth of the coffee shop that I paid $3.50 to own the right to sit within before heading into the office, I cannot stop thinking of you.
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