I don’t think I realized how much I needed to get outside today. I did not know how much my mind and body were at a deficit for wispy blue skies, freshly roasted coffee, the cackle of old friends two tables over, or a kind smile from a stranger as he held open the door. None of it was earth-shattering, but as I made my way back home, I carried a renewed sense of kinship, “a smallness that makes me feel a part of the world, not separate from it” (Maggie Smith, You Could Make This Place Beautiful).
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