Two beggars, one on crutches, pass in the snow beneath a lit stained-glass window with five pentacles in it. Want, illness, being outside the warmth. The window is the point Waite made: help is close, and unnoticed.
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Two beggars, one on crutches, pass in the snow beneath a lit stained-glass window with five pentacles in it. Want, illness, being outside the warmth. The window is the point Waite made: help is close, and unnoticed.