Extra/ordinary.

 

I stopped by a grocery store – not my usual one – for a bag of milk.

On the way to the checkout, I passed the floral department.

I came out of the grocery store with a bag of milk, a potted daisy, and that fuzzy, warm feeling of awe and gratitude that arrives when one witnesses something small but extraordinary.

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