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    The Virtue of Marmalade and Caprice

    There I was. At the top of the stairs leading out of the underground parking. In one minute I would have to choose a door. I spun around the glass enclosed platform to get an idea of where I was at and in which direction I needed to go.  To my right was the farmer’s market platz in front of the church.  To my left an unobstructed view.  It was then I saw the woman and her baskets tumbling across the ground. It would have been easy to take the door to the right and avoid the obstruction.  I hesitated for a moment but a moment later I walked out…

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