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That quick dipping-in moment, that return of feeling good about things, that can come with a shower and a mug of coffee and a song with that honey-catch in it (that warm bite that gives honey all its magic, I mean, and makes it so much more than sweet). It’s such a temporary little mild pleasant feeling, but I think it’s a quietly powerful shaper of our lives. A brief smell of home. Why else do we buy lattes and watch sitcom reruns and love our sunglasses and the radio and nail polish and junky magazines – all our habitual patterns, the minor routines that structure so much of our lives without our noticing?