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She marked the spot with a flat stone. Nothing obvious—just a small, silent gesture. A continuation of something she hadn’t started, but didn’t want to end. The jar wasn’t hers, not really. It belonged to someone else now. Whoever came next. Whoever needed it “for later.” And this time, there would be more inside than before. A little kindness added to a kindness already given.
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