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Today, at the grocery store, an old man with white hair stopped to talk to me. He told me that I was light, that I could just float away, that it didn't matter how much I weighed, and that's all he said. And he dramatically gestured with his hand the floating away. Then he walked away. I saw him later walking to the parking lot, slowly, stooped over, in his suit, white shirt and black tie with a woman in a bright floral dress. I wanted to kiss him. To thank him. I wish I had.