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Years ago my husband gave me a book called Quintessence, The Quality of Having It (Crown, 1983). A slim volume, it offers insights into things that offer more to us than we specifically ask of them and to which we respond more strongly than we can explain. Quintessence is the soul of these objects, and this essential quality lives on as vitally as ever. We all own things that speak to us, and only us. Of course, your quintessential object might not be my quintessential object. So, how do we know what's quintessential? You know it because you know it.
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