The free spirited teenage girl panning on the corner, with her creatively painted sign, smattering of tattoos lining up and down her arms, crouched on her tiptoes sharing about how special community on the streets is to her, as she speaks of her story.
Beauty.
The young boy who resides under the bridge, emerging with his beloved dog at his side, and a baby raccoon on his shoulders. With tender care for his pets, he is mesmerized with observing his little family members. His open honesty, as he doesn't shy away from ugly truths, but speaks of strength and moving forward despite hurt and pain. Arm dangled around my shoulder, a big smile, he shares his love for us who come to visit him.
Beauty.
The teenage boy who bravely hitchhikes and train hops around the country, looking for adventures and enjoys meeting new people in his travels. His desire to truly understand things, ask questions, and deeply care for those around him. His passions for horticulture, his merciful heart, his lovely smile.
Beauty.
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