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I wonder what shape my soul pieces are in when they are returned to me.  Not like are they healthy or of sound mind or in shape, like a professional dancer or athlete, but I mean what kind of weird unnamable abstract shape?  Are they in two or three or four dimensions?  Or something else entirely?  Do they have weight or are they light?  Where are they hanging out before they come back to me? How far do they travel?  Do they encounter any assholes?  Are people nice to them?  Do people even notice them?  Do they change in some profound way while they are away?  Are they like pieces of skin or chunks of organs hanging from branches?  Or do they float along bumping into other lost soul pieces saying hey, cool, nice to meet you?  

 

My friend the Shaman walks me through it over and over again.   Man, her patience.  Centuries of patience.  

 

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