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The Day You Told Me You Were Tired of Things that Break: A Rejoinder are sharp edges. Brokenness begets brokenness. Why not turn your gaze towards the glazed ceramic vases, with their perfect posture and silent mouths? They have never cursed their maker, and will forever be of use. I reply: Consider this. Perhaps the hand touching the shattered pieces sees more life in them than in things that have never stood at the edge of the world. By Mary Jean Chan QLRS Vol. 13 No. 1 Jan 2014_____
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