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My friend sent me this story from storypeople, because she said that it rang with a feeling of me in it. It kept ringing, so I picked it up and connected it to here...
"He told me one time he forgot himself; his heart opened up like a door with a loose latch; he tried for days to put it all back in proper order but finally he gave up; left it all jumbled up there in a pile; loved everything equally."
"He told me one time he forgot himself; his heart opened up like a door with a loose latch; he tried for days to put it all back in proper order but finally he gave up; left it all jumbled up there in a pile; loved everything equally."
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