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What’s behind the closed door?
No one knows.
No one cares.
Until now.

Faded green paint that’s peeling off.
Rusty hinges that squeak.
A loose doorknob.

I take a step.
Reach for the handle.
Take a deep breath.
Turn the doorknob.

A dazzling light greets me.
A thousand singing voices.
The voices stop abruptly as I take a step in to my new world.

My journey has ended
I know where I am.
I am in Heaven.





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