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There is indeed so much to be grateful for. A small benefit I've accrued from five years of reading Lux Lotus is the recognition that baubles, books, bicycles and other temporal biens are merely ritual objects signifying the true luxury, a greater awareness of the whirling, thrilling connections that join us all. Though you felt alone in the park, weeping, your honest words today have flipped that metaphor around so now the unlacquered gratitude you've earned can stand in for the objects you've lost.

That colour is popping on you Lauren.

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