She gathered rainwater in jars labeled “Joy,” “Loss,” “Hope,” and “Memory.” Over time, she discovered each jar tasted the same. The rain had no preference for human categories—it simply fell. It made her wonder how much of her sadness and happiness was just labels she had chosen.
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