Answer to Question #83415 in Other English for Miracle
Gradually, corner by corner, box by box, we have been separating the "antiques" from the candidates for Goodwill from the junk unceremoniously deposited on the sidewalk. One by one, I have figured out what matters to us. Not the carton of china, but my mother's wedding dress. Not the crystal vases but the photographs. Not my grandmother's watch but her soup pot. And above all, the unexpected treasure trove of World War II letters my father wrote.
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