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The other day a client told me she felt broken, but sometimes you have to unbreak yourself and there's no rule for how to do this for everyone for all time, but in that moment I got an image in my head of a (broken) sculpture flying through the air, coming back together. Those pieces just scooped themselves up like magic and maybe the final result was a little patchwork, a little mosaic, but there it was anyway, alive and battered and whole.
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