The other night I was driving back from closing the store, a warm fall evening by now completely dark. My attention was drawn to a bus stop illuminated by a backlit panel. I instantly recalled having passed a bus about a block before because there in silouette was a little girl dancing exuberantly probably at the sight of the approaching bus. Her mother was seated, holding her hand, and this smallish lanky girl was jumping all around against the teather of her mother’s arm. I imagined my sister and her daughter and their daily city life, inter-dependent everyday chores made completely of small ordinary moments which from afar of course appear extraordinary.
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– Themelis Cuiper’s SocialGarden meet-ups > smm & B2B had a hyperlink to this web site, you must be doing a cool job as he provides a hyper link to you!