Mr. Hendricks, a retired accountant, owned 412 snow globes. He called them his joy. When we arrived, the shelf bowed in the middle like a tired smile. He wept openly, and said he could not let go.
We said nothing. Bao brewed tea. Master Oolong sat for forty minutes, studying the globes, and then released the first one. Mr. Hendricks gasped. Then he laughed. Then he asked us to release another.
By evening, the shelf held 31 globes and a small, clean silence. Mr. Hendricks said the room felt larger. It was, by roughly 380 snow globes. He sent us a plant. We released that too, with his blessing.
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