She has gradually given bits of herself away — to her children, her friends, and now her grandchildren, each receiving portions of a beauty she had little time to enjoy when she was younger.

Beauty, of course, is made of broken things: days and hours, broken by fatigue; hearts and dreams, broken by the whims of fate and ill-kept┬ápromises — but what she spends is never truly spent.

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