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Smile at the mirror, at a stranger, at the storm beyond the window. Not falsely — sincerely, from that depth where joy hides beneath the layers of weariness. A smile is a revolt against greyness, a spark that kindles the flow. It heals wounds; it draws in light. In a world where all crumbles, your smile is an act of creation. Write: to whom or to what shall you offer it today?