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"Tell me a fact and I'll learn.
Tell me a truth and I'll believe. But tell me a story and it
will live in my heart forever."
--Indian Proverb
When I was a child I loved to
watch my father shave. I sat on the closed toilet seat and
marveled at the sound of the razor gliding over his face,
pushing aside the foamy soap like a shovel in the snow. I adored
him, this grand figure who slapped lotion on his cheeks every
morning, buttoned his clean white shirt and hugged me
good-bye.
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