Eight sheets of paper are pinned under glass, each sheet filled with the names of homeless people who have died – on the street, under bridges, in ravines and back allies. Fresh flowers, a solitary act of commemoration, perhaps atonement, have been placed to the side. It is a modest affair, the top angled in the shape of a roof, as if offering final shelter to the men and women whose names are displayed there. In the sharp glare of spring sunshine the paint on the simple wooden display case is peeled and fading. Stuck on the street: only a quarter of families in the US that qualify receive housing assistance.
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