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</html><description>I sift through the priceless artwork that you once created. The ones where your chubby, little, fingers grabbed for paper and you scribbled with love. The crayons documenting your tiny, world view. It was you and me. How I adore those pictures. The ones where I was perfect in your eyes. I was allowed that&hellip;</description><thumbnail_url>https://wp-media.beliefnet.com/sites/374/2015/01/Dannypic-300x213.jpeg</thumbnail_url></oembed>
