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The Miracle of the Body

In sickness and health He will not last long, the doctor said a mother cried, the boy remember the darkened room and the murmur of whispering voices. Sunlight shone through the curtains The boy got up asked for breakfast, hungry had been on long voyage and climbed the highest mountain. His mother cried. The doctor took the applause forgetting what he had said the day before. No one wanted to know about his travel, his mother told him not to speak about it because it was morbid.

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