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i knew it the moment i touched her. it was like coming home.

[sleepless in seattle]

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someone said, she has a gift. these words are precious to me. they sound like someone wrapped something up when i wasn't looking and laid it in my soul, like there is more to me than the woman awkwardly scratching her ankle at the post office, or trying to reason with her dog on the corner of bishop and concho street.
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it sounds like even more than that. it sounds like i am a gift to the world, like that saying that is so awful to us is true- thinks she's god's gift to the world. like i am a being that can help, can heal, can bring back good, can rescue people. it sounds almost too good to bear.