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Kintsugi: The Roots That Cracked the Bowl
If I were a bowl, I would not be lifted new from a shelf. I would be one that shattered, but not from being dropped. From something inside it growing larger than the space allowed. I carry the philosophy of kintsugi with me because it reflects my culture and how I understand healing. Not as a return to what once was, but as an ethical act of repair. Breakage is never random. Some cracks are caused by force. Others by neglect or mistakes. And many by systems that were never de
Natalie Omori-Hoffe
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