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I saw a man on his hands and knees in a fountain gathering the change people had thrown in. I wanted to photograph him, because he represents a side of Vegas they don't advertise, but I didn't because I thought he deserved any dignity I could save him. Vegas, baby.
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I walked two miles to get a donut. (Preemptive calorie burning) Never found the place.
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I gave every dollar in my pocket to the numerous homeless men I saw because I couldn't handle the way everyone either ignored them or openly disdained them. It kind of became my mission to give something to every single guy I saw. A dollar or two, a bottle of water, a smile and a few words of genuine kindness.
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I passed up the chance to have my first ever macaron. Because I was alone. And I'm in Las Vegas. I'll wait.
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I went hiking and rock scrambling in the Valley of Fire in my heels and/or barefoot. (Chalk it up to poor planning.) It was amazing. Pictures to come. Of the Valley. Not so much of me and my inappropriate footwear.
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And, I miss my kids.
--On a side note: The best thing about Las Vegas, is hearing hundreds of languages being spoken around me. Happy soul.
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I love your kind and compassionate heart. You love well.
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