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I lost my best friend years ago. It was like losing the hand you write with. Metaphorically speaking a new hand grew back over time but it was not the same hand, it was another non-writing hand. Eventually you learn to write with the other hand but your penmanship never looks the same.

 

Edit: I wrote this before I had read snow dog's post. I took it out of context but i still think it can apply to this situation.

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