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My mama always said I shouldn’t take candy from strangers. I’m guessing your mama cautioned you the same. Surely they didn’t mean we shouldn’t take tangerines proffered by gentle elderly ladies outside of thrift stores? What harm could Clementine (which is what I’m calling this dear woman in my head!) possibly intend with such an offer, “Would you like some fruit? I’m afraid my daughter went overboard at the grocery store and I don’t think I can eat all of these before they go bad… and I hate to see fruit go to waste!”

Seems to me, I was also cautioned not to waste food–so I took some. And they’re sweet and lovely—just like the giver. And it’s these little gifts that make the world beautiful.

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And because I was in a mood to live dangerously, I also ate the red skittle I found in the bottom of my purse yesterday. Magically, it appeared in my hand as I was digging around for the ever misplaced grocery list. I popped it in my mouth. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the least bit stale, because who knows how long it’s been floating around in the depths of my purse.

Sweet and lovely and dangerous. And I’m still alive. Hope you’re tempting fate in good ways today. I hope you’re living, really living this sweet and lovely life.