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Until recently, when my father died, I hadn't given much thought to heaven.
As a child I'm sure I imagined it as being "up there" somewhere, far enough
away that we couldn't see it -- even from an airplane -- and that when we died,
we would somehow sail there, perhaps on wings that unfolded, like a butterfly's,
when we broke free from the chrysalis of the body. |
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