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		<title>Small Kindnesses</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walkdown a crowded aisle, people pull in their legsto let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”when someone sneezes, a leftoverfrom the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.And sometimes, when you spill lemonsfrom your grocery bag, someone else will help youpick them up. Mostly, [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk<br>down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs<br>to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”<br>when someone sneezes, a leftover<br>from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.<br>And sometimes, when you spill lemons<br>from your grocery bag, someone else will help you<br>pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.<br>We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,<br>and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile<br>at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress<br>to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,<br>and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.<br>We have so little of each other, now. So far<br>from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.<br>What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these<br>fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,<br>have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”<br><br>&#8211; Danusha Lameris</p>



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