Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the tangle and stress of daily survival that I forget to step back and look at the whole.

But when I do stop, rub my eyes and take a fresh look around, I’m reminded that what appears to be a tangled mess around me is actually just the chaotic embrace of life.

Nana’s hugs aren’t always warm, soft or subtle – but they’re always true.

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