My whole body softens when I hear the grind-click-pop of my lighter, followed by the sizzle of lit candle wick.A cup of milky Irish breakfast tea emanates heat onto my left elbow as I find a blank page in my journal, and my morning ritual begins.The sounds, smells, and tastes of this ritual feels like it lives in my cells, now, after all these years.
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