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What small daily ritual of yours quietly became about something bigger than it looks?
Been thinking about how much I put into sharpening crayons and smoothing nap mats — and how lately those tiny chores feel like a way of practicing for letting go. Anyone else have a mundane habit that slowly revealed itself to be grief or hope or some third thing?
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