Forty Days of Kindness-Day Eight

Denbigh and I left a pot of periwinkles in front of the only restaurant we have in our town to let them know they are deeply appreciated. Denbigh keeps trying to hijack my Forty Days of Kindness. He keeps telling me what "we" should do next. It's catchy.
I would love to know what kind things you are up to. 


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