Snow that blankets the ground
in immaculate white. Walking
on that ground, the cold air makes
me stronger. Then, with the cleaning
of the streets by the machinery
of trucks, I warm my soul.
Graphic by Bruna Costa
Snow that blankets the ground
in immaculate white. Walking
on that ground, the cold air makes
me stronger. Then, with the cleaning
of the streets by the machinery
of trucks, I warm my soul.
email updates
We believe ending homelessness begins with listening to the stories of those who have experienced it.
Subscribe