It began, as so many philosophical disputes do in our house, with a photograph and a cup of tea. Dina had spread several of her wildlife photographs across the table: seals staring thoughtfully into the mist, a hare frozen mid-leap in the twilight, fungi glowing mysteriously like tiny forest lanterns. Selma studied them with the ...
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