A few months ago, I read Deborah Needleman's The Perfectly Imperfect Home. One passage clanged around my brain, echoing at odd hours:
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A few months ago, I read Deborah Needleman's The Perfectly Imperfect Home. One passage clanged around my brain, echoing at odd hours: