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I have lived back inside for six months now. Five years on the road in campers and tents with no inside showers or bathrooms, and now six months of showers whenever I want them, and the walk to the bathroom being across carpet not down trails. I had previously been homeless on a few occasions […]
MoreBack in November there were no tents outside in the alleyway that my window in the shelter looks out on. There was graffiti of a blue ghost in a Santa Hat, a few tags claiming undying love for a man named Miguel, and occasionally a tent or two housing a quiet gay couple who existed […]
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