Quarter-mile long rows of cars line the fairgrounds. Set up to allow the flow of traffic to move easily at a good pace from one end to the other -- and it works. People walk by, check the tag in the window identifying the vehicle, maybe glance at the car in passing, and move on. They are looking for something in particular and only those cars warrant stopping for a closer look. I have no such preconceptions. I don’t write something or someone off without getting to know them first, learning about them, finding out if we share a connection. I didn’t see one person other than myself even approach this car. Look at what they were missing. So much beauty on the inside. So much to offer.
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