The figure of a woman is dressed in frayed tattered clothes, her belongings all tethered to her body as she walks down the sidewalk. She passes by a small restaurant, decorated by a flower garden near the door, and can’t help but hunger for the foods she smells. Until the spirits decide this phase of her history will pass, she will salvage another year of wandering, and her stories will be just this—existing, surviving, dreaming of a better life she hopes comes soon.
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The Bag Lady 
Liked this Cheryl. Good take.
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