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| *Words and photo by F LoBuono |
There's a bus stop located on the edge of town. I pass it regularly on the frequent sojourns I take from my apartment into the heart of the village and back again. One day, on a low stone wall that comprises the outer edge of the stop, there were a few cans of inexpensive vegetables like string beans and corn. There must have been four or five of them stacked in neat rows. I started to observe that, although not there every night, the cans where there on a fairly regular basis.
There is no note. No bag. No indication of who may have left them there or why. There are only the cans of food. Often, there are but a few. But, sometimes, like this afternoon, there is a plethora of canned goods - a virtual feast for some lucky (and, perhaps, hungry) soul.
Random acts of kindness practiced on a regular basis make the world go 'round.
*This is a follow-up from a previously published story.
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