The “homeless bench.” (Photo by Carol Bergman) So many things had a way of looking finer when they were not so close.
— Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These It was a Sunday, Mother’s Day, and I was on my way to meet a friend for an early-morning walk and talk. I stopped at the Wallkill Valley Rail Trail crossing to check for bikers and hikers when I saw a man sitting on what I have started calling the “homeless bench.” I lingered for a moment,…
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