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And when they did, they’d find the jar. Wonder about it. Open it carefully. See the bills. Feel the same surprise she had. And they’d read the note: “If you found this, I hope you needed it more than I ever did.” Maybe they’d keep it. Maybe they’d add to it. Maybe they’d write a new note. A small cycle of quiet generosity, passed on in dirt and glass.
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