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| River Rafting, baths, not much else. There was, however, a short epiphany in the gas station. |
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Soon, fall. Walks in the park, a slanting sun. Sleeping with the windows open.
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| We’re ready. |
I smile, realizing in that moment I am all too often kinder to complete strangers than my own offspring. Many times it seems I’ve lost my manners somewhere this side of the front door.
This week’s project, then: charitable words. Mercy. Small kindness, is all.
