The storyteller is absent

When I exited the bus-station today, one begging person of the three was gone. She had left a big sheet of old cardboard with a very strong story was written: she had had a baby and her house was taken by a flood. One could give money in an empty coffee Styrofoam cup.
No begging “person” present there: just her story.
What an awesome metaphor of me letting go of this old pattern.

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