His soul sat up. It met me. ...

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say \
His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

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