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Do you remember that little boy, Papa? Yes. I remember him. Do you think that he’s all right that little boy? Oh yes. I think he’s all right. Do you think he was lost? No. I dont think he was lost. I’m scared that he was lost. I think he’s all right. But who will find him if he’s lost? Who will find the little boy? Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.

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All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.

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Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.