I'd hate to choose just one, so let me break my own rules instantly by nominating Nothing Special, by Charlotte Joko Beck, which said the same thing over and over about being present until I got it. Although I still don't do it. And The Diceman by Luke Reinhardt (or who knows?) which offers up an idea so simple and powerful I'll never be able to forget it. Or stop wondering if |I shouldn't try it. It's bloody funny, too.
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