Joe bent down and picked something up. “This single feather could be as sharp as a razor on the sidewalk.” Joe had lived on the street too long and had many thoughtful and lonely days. It wasn’t long before a van pulled up and Joe disappeared. Did Joe see the future?
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OLWG# 424- A Victorian Christmas
The Bag Lady 
short and to the point. I love it!
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