Day 6: Cold

One Week on the Streets

I slept behind  the author Thomas Wolfe’s childhood home last night under the portico. It usually is pretty quiet here.  It’s one of my favorite places just to go and sit and write. After I got up, I went nearby to stash some belongings where I thought they might stay dry for a while. Rainy, windy, muddy, and I was wearing shoes with absolutely no tread…

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