9/10/07 6:09 amI spotted her sitting on the ground with back against a concrete support, feet away from open seatbenches in front of a busbay. She looked like the typical skinny pre college girl next door. Beside her in a pile touching her right thigh were three bags: a carry on bag, a backpack, and a white drawstring trashbag that hadn't seen much use yet.
She looked tired, but not the sleep deprived appearance one has from nights trying to sleep outside. Leaning back she gave the impression she'd spent the last evening; shorter than prefered; sheltered. Whether using floorspace, hotel room she used making money to survive, or mission cot she was still in the 'waiting stage look' of the homeless cycle.
Everyone has it during the first few days on the street. You can't keep it hidden because no matter how hard you try keeping your mind focused on what you can do next, your faces gives you up...when your mind loses focus and falls into that pit you've tried not to fall in.
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