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I put it in the jar, that glimpse of life I still had,
to keep it, to preserve it, to be able to go back to it any time I wanted. But
the more life withered the more I panicked. So, I opened the jar and let it
fly. I freed life. Go, even if you leave me alone here to struggle with my
pain, go. But life would not leave. It floated about and even when it seemed to
go away, it always came back to sit on my shoulder and watch over me. There’s
hope. And life nodded.
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