I’ve been thinking about a man I encountered yesterday: a person I had an opportunity to meet, but chose to pass by. He was standing on the corner of Bay and Wellington, his coat in tatters, his toes poking out of holes in his shoes. His shoulders shook almost rhythmically, and he approached me, saying, “excuse me, miss—”
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Photo: The Toronto-Dominion Centre (Adam Bunch)