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"Can I touch you?" I asked him as we were now standing inches away. He nodded and I reached my hand up to him.
I expected to feel nothing, just air, but instead, I felt him. His flesh, his bone and even blood running through his now tight jaw under my fingers. Thats when i felt life.
Life wasnt about being alive and breathing. Life was about someone being able to connect with you in some what of a way. A small "hello" from a stranger is life. Anything that you believe is real can be given life. Life is in a mind and soul. Not flesh and bones.
I felt his soul. I felt his mind. To me, he was alive and here. With me.
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