Ah, Cleopatra. You know, it made me think of the old carving my grandfather left me—a tiny Egyptian queen in ivory, her nose chipped off by some careless British officer back in the day. I was sanding it down this morning, right after my daughter finished her first relief—a small hornbill, a bit wobbly but full of life. She asked me why we still keep broken things, and I told her, *asha?* Because the world's always trying to sell you a perfect new story, but the real value is in the scratches and the cracks. That's where the history lives, and nobody can patent that.
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