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Autumns ago, I was walking through a small harvest market in Pennsylvania. I’d stopped to admire handwoven quilts when I overheard two women chatting about

It was during a chilly Saturday in late fall, at a small community book sale, that I struck up a conversation with a kind man

I was walking through a small-town fair one summer evening, where a food truck had a line so long it wrapped around a carousel. I

One fall morning at the farmer’s market, I struck up a conversation with a young couple juggling two toddlers and a basket full of broccoli.

Back in early spring, I took a short trip to a small mountain town with a few retired teacher friends. We rented a little cabin

One fall afternoon at a roadside antique show just outside of Asheville, I struck up a chat with an older gentleman selling cast iron skillets