She's coming to understand that there can be joy in simple things, things long forgotten by many. Traditional things, old-fashioned things.
She's come to appreciate turning the pages of a book, for she'd rather have something tangible rather than digital.
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She's come to appreciate brightly colored threads and dexterous little needles, for she'd rather come up with her own patterns than settle for something sold in a store.
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She'd rather eat apples that are red and ripe, for things in noisy packages seem uncannily artificial.
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She'd rather draw and dream, for sitting in front of a television seems a waste of intellectual potential.
Domesticity can be a delightful thing--not archaic relic meant to confine one to the home. Rather, it's a return to simple pleasures, a revert from the digital age, a revisiting of dwindling crafts that, if not practiced, will surely sink into forgetfulness.