Friday, April 21, 2017

Yesterday, while I was out busking, I saw an old soul. She was seven maybe nine, I can never tell with old souls. She had walked by me a couple of times with her family, but then she stopped and looked at me. Her parents noticed and stopped, too. She turned to her father and asked him for a dollar. He gave it to her, and she walked over to my case and put it in. She looked up at me and smiled a little before walking away with her family. 

Today, I am grateful for old souls because they give me hope. They are born with old wisdom, and don't forget. I am also grateful for new souls. They help me not take things so seriously.

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