Happy Days
There’s a homeless man who lives on a street corner that I pass by every day on my way to school. One day he was gone, and in his place an open bag with things spilling out, this Polaroid blowing away.
There’s a homeless man who lives on a street corner that I pass by every day on my way to school. One day he was gone, and in his place an open bag with things spilling out, this Polaroid blowing away.
I found this wedged in a book at a thrift store. The nice counter guy let me have it for free, as they usually pitch personal photos.
I found this wedged in a book at a thrift store. The nice counter guy let me have it for free, as they usually pitch personal photos.