Notes from Beckah
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The Lone Daffodil
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One flower for an entire year of waiting. A reflection on the brief life of a lone daffodil and the first small sign that winter is nearly over.
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How We Open Things
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Sometimes the things we remember most aren't what we bought, but the care with which they were given. A quiet reflection on Greytown, books, thoughtful packaging, and the way kindness invites us to slow down.
