起源闲谈与灵光：心头所爱，手中所托 You know, sometimes I find myself just staring out the window, a cuppa in hand, thinking about how things grow. Not just plants, mind, but memories, connections, and all those lovely threads that weave through our lives. It makes you think about how we carry bits of our past, our hopes, and our dearest folk with us, doesn't it? I remember my gran, bless her cotton socks, had this rather weathered locket; it wasn't fancy, not by a long shot, but inside were these tiny, faded pictures of her parents. Every time she touched it, you could just see her whole face soften, her eyes ...
