On a rainy autumn Sunday, a little girl caught my eye. Frankly, she was much braver than I was. There I stood, sheltering under the food tent, waiting for the rain to stop. Meanwhile, this girl, who couldn’t have been more than ten, was braving the rain and wind all on her own. With her umbrella held high, she marched towards her destination. Where was she going? I can only wonder.
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