[In which our heroine gushes about being nice to other people, because you never know.]
Recently (I feel like I start lots of posts with “recently,” but really unless I specify a time frame further in the past than “recently” it’s all probably “recently”… but I digress), a person (if only it were a shell) said to me, “You have a nice collarbone.”
In that moment–an otherwise unremarkable one–I could have thrown myself a party. Or kissed said person. Continue reading