When Strangers Leave Marks That Never Fade

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Years ago, I was standing in line at a bakery on Valentine’s Day. I’d had a truly awful day at work, was tired, and just wanted the day to end.
An elderly woman in a blue coat was in line ahead of me, wearing a pink camellia in a buttonhole. I complimented the camellia and told her they always reminded me of my grandmother,continue reading …