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Whatever a soul was, it could be carried in a notebook.
In a tiny cafe with fogged-up windows, Anais had adjusted her floral headscarf and told me, in a hushed, conspiratorial voice, that lost souls were drawn to the love still felt for them by the living.
And so, in the absence of any abiding religious convictions, this was the one blind faith I had: that love was a physical force, and it was never wasted. Once it was called out into the universe, it would echo back to us forever.
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