Greetings, book people! A few weeks ago, I bought myself a bag of oranges. Every few days, I’ve been squeezing one or two and enjoying a glass of orange juice before breakfast. I love the ritual of it: squeezing the oranges, pouring the juice into a glass, holding it up to the light to admire the color, drinking it slowly to savor every sip. I mention this because it is a small thing that has brought me immense joy. It’s important to remember those.
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