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“Kintsugi,' zei opa. 'Zo heet de techniek waarmee je een perfecte imperfectie maakt. Als je gebroken bent betekent dat niet automatisch dat je lelijk bent. Na een breuk ontstaat er ruimte. Dat is de plek voor het goud. Als je het een kans geeft maakt het je mooier dan je ooit bent geweest.”

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