Cold homeless nights
The sky dimmed like a fading light and it filled it self up with bright shining stars.
Everything was quiet and dark.
You could hear his bare feet smack the ground when he walked on the side of the road, holding out his right thumb up.
Hoping someone would stop because it was a cold night.
He only had the clothes on his back to keep him warm from the dark night.
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