
It was impossible to walk through the park near my home recently so I forgot about whomever was living in the tent.

I often wondered who this person was. Often it was obvious that he or she was sleeping somewhere else. The snow was deep and untouched. But sometimes, too the entrance would be cleared and signs that someone was sleeping, eating, living there were clear.

The bike is still there and perhaps he or she will come back to get it.
I can only hope this special neighbour found a warmer, safer place to sleep
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