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"She is an old soul," someone says about a friend. Or "I must have known you in a past life." I tried to imagine such a thing. Where do we keep our past lives? How do we get out of one life and get into another? Can we see or feel our own and others'past lives? Maybe we recognize former lives in the faces of strangers and animals as we pass them by on a walk somewhere. |