Evening; crowds rush frenetically to fully~stocked markets preparing for Thanksgiving; she beds down on large contaminated boxes, dimming streetlight her only warmth as she sleeps with the night.
Morning; devoted families prepare to unite in abundance as she ravages a dumpster behind McDonald’s desirous for her “breakfast of champions”, or just one morsel.
Later; giggling children frolic innocence, their stained holiday outfits of gravy and blueberry, while she praises God’s benevolence for directing her to her newly acquired Couture tattered dress buried in the rusted bottom of a trash can hidden away in her playground; a caliginous alleyway.
Twilight shimmers contentment, loved-ones count blessings as she hunts refuge from uncertain weather, a newspaper blanket ready to arrest an unfeeling whipping wind.
Evening; holding memories tight, another holiday passes for the grateful, now she glances up as a compassionate, well-dressed woman passes her a dollar, reeking of designer perfume, desperate tears wash her dirty cheek numb and she thanks, for giving.
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