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The Assurance of a Hankie

I have vivid childhood memories of my dad always carrying a handkerchief. Whether he was dressing in a suit or work clothes, the last thing he would do is tuck that hankie into his back pocket. It was there whenever he needed it. He knew it was there. He never left the house without it. It was a part of him. Even now, when I see a handkerchief, I smile thinking of him. The fact that he always had that hankie in his back pocket makes me feel confident even today, because that is how I feel about the presence of love…

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