“My husband will be thrilled to have his favorite soup for dinner”, the slender, fair-haired woman says as I stow the tomatoes and zucchinis from my grandmother’s garden into her worn black backpack. With another “thank you”, the stranger leaves delighted, taking two steps at a time. I close the door of my apartment; happy […]
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