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You find it among old keepsakes, and memories flood back. As you turn it over in your hand, a warmth lingers i…

You find it among old keepsakes, and memories flood back. As you turn it over in your hand, a warmth lingers in your palm, like winter sun melting thin ice. Some things, it seems, are destined to find their way back to the heart.

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