Monday, January 02, 2012
Up the Skytrain station steps, past the steep green muddy grass.  A bare tree looming overhead.  Grey tower-block behind it. Behind that, the sky. Stray sunlight edging dark grey clouds.  A little rain falling; mixed scents of wet pavement and moist earth.  Someone sleeping under a park bench in the churchyard. Just the shape of their body turned sideways, huddled in away from the rain.

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