I remember the time a very unwell homeless man knocked on my door, wanting money, food, and the opportunity to show me his theories about the moon and the stars. A little while later he had a fit outside on the road and hit his head on the gutter. I started to take a crotched blanket that my grandmother had made out to him, but my brother intervened and we used an old towel instead.
-23 April 2015
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