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The Store Chain of events distinct in the distance, (Fast paced) The sights and sounds of people parking. As the people push the carts I restart the chain by chasing the (Runaway) soon to be door ding flings. As I talk with face after face, kids with candy all over theirs Parents with candid direction. I stride with perfection. Still taking the time to do the service of keeping the circle in motion, showing customers friendly emotion. Through all the commotion… Taking the time to be kind, help to lose the itch to be so stiff. Feelings of domestic acceptance… It’s the grace that keeps the blessing flowing in this dizzy place. |
Additional Notes:
Looking through the bagger boys eyes as he works.
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