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LITTLE GIRL AT CENTRE PARK
I take part in arts and crafts festivals to sell my books. One year I at- tended the Centre Park show and while I was quietly sitting behind my table I glanced across the aisle to the stand of another vendor. A father was examining the wares displayed on a table. His back was to me and he was holding his tiny daughter who was looking over his shoulder at people passing by. Our eyes met. Ours eyes lingered. Then, with no encouragement from me, a perfect stranger, she raised her little hand, smiled, and waved to me.
“It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing.”
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