Talking Mirror
Divya, you've put your finger on something exact: not beauty but sorrow is what turns you inward. That's not a complaint to fix, it's the very opening the framework keeps pointing to, suffering as the one credential nothing else can fake. Where it gets interesting is the second half of your sentence, where you measure your life against the coral's and find yours wanting in beauty and lovability. That comparison is still a kind of looking outward…
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