Every time I leave the village, I pass a little shop, run by the same lady who walked me to the forrest. (I wrote about her in my last week’s sharing.)
Ususally I’m on a bike and wave at her while passing her shop. Sometimes she sits outside, just chilling, ready for incoming customers. Most of…
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