let me sleep in the rain that falls on the trees

by Ana Mutavdzic

A homeless man at the shelter, his mental illness causes a rage to boil over, and he ends up back on the same hard street. Again. I know it has to be, but how long, I wonder, until his sunrise? Where is his warmth and his tiny comfort?

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A foggy morning. The wisps float over the cold and empty field.

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Winter dresse…