Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Trash
The other day I was stopped at a stoplight and I saw a homeless man sifting through a trashcan. After a few seconds of searching, he popped his head up, gathered his stuff, and walked away empty-handed.
I couldn't help but think, "Sometimes one man's trash is another man's trash."
I couldn't help but think, "Sometimes one man's trash is another man's trash."
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