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In the other hand she holds a spoon.
In 1933 children didn't need a pink-and-green plastic matching bucket-and-shovel set to have a glorious time exploring the beach. A spoon was just fine, thank you.
Oh, to have your spoon ready to dig up the surprises and flavors of life. A spoon is a useful, often charmed thing, whether for food or a myriad other purposes. Mother was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth: she lived a difficult life shadowed by the stigma of mental illness. This moment of spooned-up joy shows the wonder of her being, despite all the challenges yet to come.
Write about a spoon.
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