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Time is precious with friends

Time is precious with friends

The last time I saw Raven, a few years ago, my homeless friend walked along the side of the road. I’d swung my car around at the next bend, dodging traffic, and had hoped to visit him on the street. However, I missed the chance because, by the time I returned to that stretch of the road, he was gone.

Grace on the Curb of Life

Grace on the Curb of Life

She was shuffling along, dragging a plastic bag that had been through too many rainstorms. A blanket—faded and frayed—hung off her shoulder like a burden she’d stopped trying to adjust. Her tennis shoes were the kind that had known years, not miles. And her face… well, wore the weight of regret like a second skin.

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