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Why the Smallest Things Matter the Most

The young man handed me the receipt and said, “That’ll be $26.12, please.” I slipped my credit card into the slot, thinking, that can’t be right.

Seconds later, he handed me my bag and thanked me. I didn’t move. Other people on line were a little agitated, waiting for me to get on with it, already.

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Horizon Huntress, prize-winning author, adventure traveler, boundary-pusher, wilder, veteran, aging vibrantly. I own my sh*t. Let’s play! www.walkaboutsaga.com

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Horizon Huntress, prize-winning author, adventure traveler, boundary-pusher, wilder, veteran, aging vibrantly. I own my sh*t. Let’s play! www.walkaboutsaga.com

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