A Cuppa, a Thought, and the Spark of Something Wonderful It was one of those crisp, nippy mornings, you know the sort, where the fog still clung to the hedges, and my first proper cuppa felt like a warm hug. I was sat there, watching the steam curl up from my mug, just mulling things over, as one does, when a little thought wandered into my head. I was thinking about how we all carry bits of our loved ones with us, aren't we? Photos in wallets, special tunes on our playlists, little keepsakes tucked away. It made me ponder, wouldn't it be rather lovely to literally wear those connections, clos...
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