various miracles

i was so touched today. it had been a long, hot day on the tube. it was intolerable as it always is during rush hour and the bodies were crammed in wall to wall with one of london's infamous "rerouting" or "temorary" delays. yet, i was touched as i looked over and saw a woman- slightly aristocratic, middle-class, well-dressed and fine-speckled- crouching over as she pored through carol shields' short stories. it made my day and reminded me of how carol could make the ordinary extraordinary

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