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“Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different
form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or
tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those
senses weaken, another heightens. Memory, memory becomes your partner.
You nuture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end,” She
said. “Love dosen’t.”
The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom

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