A husband and wife hold merchandise on pavements. At that time dusk fell in a hurry. Street lights bright enough to illuminate their wares.
On either side of a pile of rubble surrounded the demolition market. In front of passing vehicles and quick steps.
Who is also interested in buying? However, they both alternated greet and wares.
Colorful kids shirts, handkerchief pack of three, small skirts, and who knows what else.
"O conjugal trader, why are you sure no one is buying the merchandise. How do you bias peddle goods in the shadows and hubbub like this? "
"We do not lose hope," came the reply.
"That's the only one of our strengths. We do not know what and how to grow this business, but we knew expectations would never leave those who hold it. "
Thank the little people who exemplify and spread the hope of improvement in our lives. Those pillars that hold up the sky from collapse. They dimmer blazing sun that life sometimes feels the searing heat.
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