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The Accumulation Generation
I stared at 30-plus garbage bags filled with shredded paper. A fortress of boxes filled with giveaway books lined the wall. For three successive years, I had added a big purge to my annual to-do list. For three years, it remained daunting and undone. As I reflected on the odd collection of bags, boxes, and the large dumpster, a lyric from a Michael Card song looped in my mind: "It's hard to imagine the freedom we find from the things we leave behind."

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