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Last week I walked into the bathroom, with its mottled brown tiled floor, and my foot just walked into an empty pint glass. My husband had left it just inside the door; either from finishing a drink or putting a spider out: I never did ask him…  But my foot nudged it, and it fell. Somehow, it managed to entirely shatter across the whole floor.  I was instantly pulled back… Read More »Harness Your History: Broken Glass