I found myself drifting down 13th towards the Civic Center Park Congregation.
With daily sustenance being handed-out at the time, the typically thronged area was empty. Ahead, limping fur covered boots carried the tired muddy jeans of a woman my own age.
It'd been dry; no moisture in weeks.
With daily sustenance being handed-out at the time, the typically thronged area was empty. Ahead, limping fur covered boots carried the tired muddy jeans of a woman my own age.
It'd been dry; no moisture in weeks.
Denver, CO
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