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January 22, 2006:

His lower lip is scarred. A burn, from smoking drugs.

In the thickets the homeless men sleep in gift blankets. Gray, scratchy. But warm. And strong.

The thickets are like wombs. Outside, rain; inside, shelter.

The park is like a womb.

To not go home again.

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