The other day I went to the personal products aisle of my grocery store and, standing there, was the essential worker/buyer that I’ve spoken to at times. After addressing her by name and smiling, I realized she probably didn’t have a clue who I was with my overgrown hair and mask. More importantly, it dawned on me that what was really missing in our exchange were the non-visible smiles. The world is a very strange place without them.

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