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And I suddenly realize that my life no longer feels paper-plate disposable; I can't just throw it away or undo it. I don't want to discard it because it's not perfect, or because there are flaws in my tapestry. It's not quite there yet--there's still a long way to go--but I want my life to eventually become ceramic: one I can wash and keep, even when it chips. A life I can use every day; one I smile at because it makes me happy, like a picture of a cute hedgehog.
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