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The perfectly perfect art of kintsugi

I adore imperfection. Imperfection is, to me, perfection, because it’s real. My life is imperfect in some crucial ways (let’s face it, whose isn’t?) but – you know what? – that’s a relief. I think that if everything’s always brilliant and dazzling, the pressure must be on to keep it that way, rather than accepting […]