Under this bridge

I decided to walk home last night through Woolloomooloo which is the rough part of town near where I live to get home as soon as possible from a bar I was out at last night. As I made my way down I expected the usual commotion and of homeless people that life had hit the hardest. Instead what I noticed were groups of people huddled together with their blankets and beds braving the night. It was so quiet.

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