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My mom has this habit of randomly pursuing project, like tangents in a conversation: lemon seeds set aside while cooking to be dried, stored, and  one day planted, turnip tops carefully removed and settled into a bed of water.  And while in most cases, 'one day' has yet to arrive, I admire the zealousness and the amusement she finds in these tasks, ordinary objects turned into simple joys.
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