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June 10, 2011 by Anele Biscarra

He often sorted his things into separate containers according to color, size, or use, sometimes even according to the similarities of the memories brought to mind by the items. But when she came, he found her so unique that he could not classify her into an existing group, and, caring for her so much that he had to put her in a safe place, he kept her in his heart.

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