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I know I have posted this several times before in another forum. But I read this a lot and when times are tough I thnk it helps..........

Your mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk
down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks;
she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every
teardrop.
She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow
with every step you take.
She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can
separate you. Not time, not space.

patty
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