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You Can't Exist In This World Without Leaving A Piece Of Yourself Behind.

We Make Messes Of Our Lives, But Every Now And Then, We Manage To Do Something That's Exactly Right. The Challenge Is Figuring Out Which Is Which.

The Lord Turned Water Into Wine. All I'm Suggesting Is A Trip To The Grocery Store.

One Person's Trauma Is Another's Loss Of Innocence.

Was There A Language Of Loss? Did Everyone Who Suffered Speak A Different Dialect?