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I cannot tell you how much I love this piece. How much I completely take to heart the truth of what is at stake here. Speaking personally, I just started writing a piece that speaks to the necessity of taking care of memories by instilling my heart into the life of the objects in my everyday world. Not as transcendence, but as the necessary conversations of knowing. Knowing myself, what clarity of thought I am required to muster for courage. Thank you for writing this piece! The timing proves the heart is the servant who knows.

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This has to be one of the best pieces of yours, Leanne, that I have read. Coming in such a time of despair, it is profound indeed. My mother z**l was an antique dealer and we had a workshop where she and my stepdad repaired porcelain, lacquer, marquetry. Necklaces were restrung and fans rescued with tiny thin silk ribbons. I was always fascinated by the old stapled together bowls and dishes, the trouble people had gone to to rescue them from the midden. I liked to imagine the circumstances of the breakages - meat platters dropped onto stone floors, a clumsy maid sweeping a powder bowl off a dressing table with the lady of the house shrieking at her. I keep my washing up scrubs in a small Meissen jardiniere which has been mended so many times. None of the European repairs come anywhere close to these beautiful kintsugi works of art where the repair becomes an enhancement to the original piece, and a meditation on time and the fragility of life. Thanking you for posting this, seems like your writing residencies are serving you well.

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