grace in small things. 281 of 365.

thinking of the movie high fidelity every time I encounter the stink of patchouli.
excited screams of large groups of children that are across the street and not in my way.
pigeons that look like they are practicing a choreographed dance routine.
the great mystery of my missing salt shaker because it will be really satisfying when I find it.
my fridge and my belly being full of food I made even though it would have been better with salt sprinkled out of a handy receptacle.

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