I am always looking for rummage sales, garden tours, community gatherings.
The other day this sign appeared on the bulletin board at the coffee shop in my neighborhood.
The homemade tear strip and handwritten text caught my eye immediately, reminding me of a handmade valentine in a mailbox overflowing with store-bought ones. After taking in the quotes, I reached for what I needed, learned it by heart, and then folded it into my pocket.
A man pouring creamer into his coffee took note as I moved to peel away my fortune, and then he reached for his own.
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