9 minutes ago
Another day, another coffee cup scavenged from the garbage to scoop water from a curbside puddle to cool his overheated body as a half smoked cigarette waits for his return to the shaded sanctuary of the canopy by the market he likely calls home.
I bought him a bottle of water which he nearly didn't take so fierce was his pride. There were no words spoken in the moments that followed; merely my pointing from my camera to him to ask the pantomimed question "May I?" and his answering pose which speaks volumes. But as I write this and ponder how many are overlooked, all I realize is how the volumes are not nearly enough.
Don't spare change. Make change.
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