Ky gives me three gifts for my birthday. A poem, a kiss and the hopeless, beautiful belief that things might work.
When I open my eyes… I say, “I didn’t give you anything for your birthday, i don’t even know when it is.” And he says, “Don’t worry about that” and I say, “What can I do?” and he answers, “Let me believe in this, all of this, and you believe it too.”
And I do.

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At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.

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Believing is seeing” is much more effective for me than the old notion that seeing is believing.

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From this point forward, you don’t even know how to quit in life.

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