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Love in London
As I looked out the window of the bus, my expression softened as I saw multiple people helping a biker who had dropped his groceries. His bags had torn, and an elderly woman was holding open a bag she brought for him to put his new groceries in. Another biker stopped in the middle of the road to pick up a lime and a lemon that the man had dropped, and traffic stopped for him to collect his belongings.
This reminded me about when I was sitting next to an elderly woman who was begging in Morocco. She had her hand out, and watched as people walked by. She had a couple of tears that streamed down her blank-expression face. Eventually she asked the man sitting next to me if the food shop would give her something. I went and grabbed her a water. When I gave it to her, her whole face lit up, and she smiled a toothless grin. Her food eventually came, and I felt surprise that she offered me some. This kindness along with the expression on her face really touched my heart.
This quote may seem unrelated, but I really enjoyed how sensual it felt.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that crushed it. - Mark Twain
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