outside livers

the sun hadn’t risen by the time i left the house. a sure sign winter is on the way. getting to london early is great though as there’s hardly anyone about.
one place i always see people is in this church entrance. outside-livers (‘tramps’ doesn’t sound right) spend the night there and are often waking up to a new day as i walk past.

yesterday i noticed they’d even constructed a cardboard wall to create a private bed area. the white socks resting on the top particularly appealed.

earlier this week they had their newspapers delivered too i noticed. a pile of big issues turned up on a lorry for them to sell

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