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For years at my local market, a homeless guy would sit by the entrance, begging not just for cash, but conversation. Often, he’d just chat with people, even if he knew there was nothing in it for him but human contact. Then he was gone. Someone found out he died. Soon after, candles, flowers and letters appeared at his spot, left by those he’d talked to. Everyone matters. Every death makes the web of life tremble.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 16:02:57 +0000

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