Things may change, but everyone begins and ends with the family.
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Things may change, but everyone begins and ends with the family.
Poetry may come in form of flowing water, That tells of no serious thing in particular; But about the few that wash others’ feet And the wild that calls the forest home, It chats of fauns that hide in crevices Where waterfalls are happy to fall in currents, Rushing, flowing in streams and slow rivers, […]