Monday Morning Boost: Cost of Freedom Tribute
He felt lost in the soul but content living in his ramshackle camp. He was tall though it was hard to tell as he was quite hunched over. His face hadn’t seen a razor in several weeks and his hair was matted and dirty. When he smiled, which he did quite easily, I could see he was missing a few teeth. A worn-out tent along with an equally worn-out sleeping bag was his home. A stuffed army duffle bag, faded…