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Mothers:

                                                           A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS



With their wisdom acquired from years they give you guidance throughout your life. With their words full of love they comfort you, with their arms they protect you, with their mind they educate you. From thier womb they have felt nothing but utter, perfect love and with it you have grown. Mothers, the human beings who know us the most, who want solely the best for us. I can see no life without my mother, the only thing they don't teach us, is how to live without a mother...
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