My Black Coat
It wasn’t just any coat. While probably not too expensive, it didn’t belong on the street.
While homeless, the one thing I relied on the most was my coat.
It wasn’t just any coat. While probably not too expensive, it didn’t belong on the street. It was black, mid-length and fur lined. It kept me warm on the nights I had to spend outdoors and served as a cover for my time at the Travelers Aid.
On one particular night I going to the Rhode Island…
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