They pretty much
looked like every other starving survivor I’ve ever crossed paths with. Filthy
clothing, hands filled with whatever odds and ends didn’t fit over their
shoulders. Their life possessions. Most of it less than useless. The pathology
of the long-starved. They hoarded garbage, perhaps to give them a sense they had something.
What they needed
most usually, was a bar of soap. To stop by a mall and scrounge a new set of
clothes, even if it was two-decades-moldy.
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It is hard to think of soap (and clean clothes) as a luxury. But they are, for too many people.
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