Another Kindred Spirit Out There Somewhere

Every once in a while, my faith in humanity is restored by mysterious strangers.  Like this time.

And that other time, with the stop sign.  And that other time with the cigarette butt.

Sometimes I forget that people are wonderful.  It's good to have reminders.

And it makes me wonder ... how can I leave little reminders of my own?  I am going to ponder this, and then do something.

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