I was Homeless again.
The Midwest.
Cold wind snow.
I wandered the wide frozen flatlands.
There were people. Farm families that had lost their homes.
I joined their column as they walked beside a highway.
They were kind to me. I was wrapped in a blanket against the terrible winds. A blizzard though the sun was above, and a silver moon on the horizon.
Tents.
They took us in.
Outside winter inside spring. It was warm with grass on the ground. A dream I slept, and dreamed within the dream.
I sat on a beach. Watching the waves come in. I sat, and watched till I awoke.
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