There is a tribe in the North American Artic

who believe that all things on earth have a soul

that exist in a miniature form of the body that it holds..

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So a deer has a tiny deer inside,

and a man has a tiny man inside..

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When the large being dies, that tiny form lives on.

It can slide into something being born nearby,

or it can go to a temporary resting place in the sky,

where it waits until the moon can send it back to earth..

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Sometimes, they say,

the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world

that it disappears from the sky..

That is why we have moonless nights.

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But in the end, the moon always returns,

as do we all...

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Mitch Albom - tuesdays with Morrie