Sometimes, a crude shelter is no shelter at all -- no good against the cold and worthless in the snow. It looks like whoever was camped here is long gone . . . thankfully.
THE HIGH on Friday was 13. That was a big improvement over Thursday, which started out at 10 below.
If this is all the shelter you have, there's a word to describe you. That would be "dead."
Still, consider there are folks out there . . . in the cold. In rough camps not much better than this. It's what they call "home."
Ours is a society of cracks, through which "the least of these" fall, much like the snow through the gaps in this lean-to.
Lord, have mercy.
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