At last, from across the ocean, my hands behold this tiny symbol, this bit of steel, this piece of him. It is so poignant that his devotion has unlocked a door within me. In this way he holds the key to part of me and has shown me more of myself than I could have discovered alone. I am humbled by his devotion.

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