I am walking down the sidewalk. Someone across the street sneezes. I say, “Bless you.”
It reminds me of you. You bless everyone when they sneeze. I do it now. Not consciously. But when I notice myself doing it, I think of you. Is there anything in my life now that doesn’t remind me of you?
The person who sneezed says, “Thank you.”
It surprises me they heard. From across the street.
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