Wabi-sabi: Living with Beauty and Ugliness
Yesterday, a man might have killed me. Both receptionists were away from the counter when I entered the waiting room for a physical therapy appointment. The waiting room, shared by several different...
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View ArticleWabi-Sabi: Living with Beauty and Ugliness
Yesterday, a man might have killed me. Both receptionists were away from the counter when I entered the waiting room for a physical therapy appointment. The waiting room, shared by several different...
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