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Observing



Just up the road from me when I lived in Litchfield, there is a spectacular bakery nestled in the kitchen of an old farmhouse called the Black Crow Bakery. The steps are rickety, the driveway muddy and the sign almost unreadable. I came close to passing it a third time without really seeing it. Inside are the hands-down best chocolate chip cookies I have ever tasted and bread that is out of this world.



I wonder how many other treasures I have missed along the way because I was looking and not really seeing?