"She wasn't homeless like him, but she felt homeless in her heart." Mr Stink by David Walliams. A tent, a cabin, a kind stranger's home, the mission house, a mattress on a mate's floor - we've spent the last few weeks moving from place to place, no more then two nights anywhere. It's been a great trip in so... Continue Reading →

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