Darla rented a stall at the local flea market. Every Saturday and Sunday she'd pack up her wares and ask the sky for a weekend of brisk sales. Darla knitted potholders, crocheted doilies, and wove rags into rugs. She polished river rock to make paper weights. Wood scraps got sanded, words lettered carefully, and lacquer applied to preserve Darla's wisdom:
CHOICE DEMANDS FORETHOUGHT
REFUSE TO BE A FLESH BILLBOARD
EXTINGUISH THE FAME
Darla asked the rainclouds for patience once her tables were set, and a long line of buyers for her handcrafted truth.
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