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  1. As a child, I never could stay in one place for very long. My limbs yearned to touch every inch of the earth, and my mind pined for the knowledge of all mankind. Every sentence I ever uttered was a question. Nothing was mundane. I don't remember blinking at all during my childhood; awe had taped my eyes open the moment I was born. The only time I closed my eyes was to sleep, and even then the world's features continued to dance on the backs of my eyelids and caressed my thoughts until I dozed off.
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  3. My family couldn't stay still either. We had lived on every continent before I was eight, visited every European country before I was ten, and saw every Wonder of the World before I was twelve. The Lake of Gennesaret was my swimming pool; the skyscrapers of Hong Kong, my night light; the traffic of New York, my lullaby; the bells of Notre Dame, my alarm clock; and the deserts of Egypt, my sandbox.
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  5. Life was my first language, and through it I lived. Living was my religion, and to it was I devoted. Culture was my scripture, and how it was human-breathed. The world was my God, and with Her I rejoiced.
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  7. Earth always loved to hold me in her tight embrace. She tickled me with breezes and kissed me with clouds. We would talk daily for hours in all of her languages and dance in rivers formed by her happy tears.
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  9. We truly were in love.
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  11. My mother noticed my adoration almost immediately after it had first formed. She often told me that she possessed a type of magic called "Mother's Intuition." Still, I like to think she was simply a genius.
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  13. She was an intuitive type, though. Her master's degree in psychology helped her refine her natural talent of understanding how others feel. Her unyielding empathy helped her use her gifts for good.
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  15. Her body itself was a symbol of love. Her face, carved by Nature into the shape of a gentle heart, radiated warmth from her rose-kissed cheeks. Her hair cascaded in rippled amber waterfalls down her face, though I recall that she often found herself tying it back into a messy bun whenever she found herself lost in thought. Her arms, though thin and small, always found a way to wrap themselves completely around any body of any size.
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  17. It was not much of a shock to my father and I when the doctors told us that her heart was several sizes too large.
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  19. I was a few weeks shy of my thirteenth birthday when she collapsed while tending our garden.
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