Homelessness in the Comox Valley

Bring some lives, to light.

As I sit here comfortably in my kitchen drinking my hot coffee, using my computer, and stare lovingly at my winters best friend, the wood stove, I cannot help but wonder about those on the streets. It is a horrible morning at six o'clock. The trees are complaining about gusts of winds that strip them of foliage and send them tumbling down to the rain soaked earth. Waves hitting the beach with a constant undeniable truth in character. And then the thought strikes me: there are people living outside in this weather.

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