A Visit from my Kindred Spirit

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Humans of Boston

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I spent a Sunday afternoon at the SoWa Open Market, which was incredibly delightful. There were food trucks, lots of vendors and countless crafty things. It was a glorious day. But it wouldn’t be a day in Boston without seeing something just a little but odd…and magical!

Whimsical. That’s all I can say. These ladies appeared right out of a Disney movie from the depths of a T station and walked crossed the street in front of us. Naturally, we chased after them and I asked them why they were dressed like they were.

“For no reason in particular,” they said with great pride.

I like it.