Letter Series Chapter 5:
Dear Sir or Madame at the corner of Church and Wellesley,
We are so sorry we have failed you. We’re sorry that on this hellishly cold night, your home is an icy street corner.
In a quest for survival you have turned yourself into a living mummy, large sleeping bags cover you from head to toe. An unsettling image to say the least, a faceless mound of woollen layers that still aren’t warm enough.
No outstretched hand to ignore, no hardened eyes…
Please show us your face, please make some kind of small sign that you’re ok. Some sign that all hope is not lost, that you haven’t fallen too deep and given up on everything completely.
In an effort to offer some kind of gesture, a few people have left McFlurry ice cream. You could probably really use a warm home cooked meal, you deserve…
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