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Mother
The greeting cards lie.They put words to what is unsayable.You alone know how I see her:She is seven feet tall,a monolith, all-powerful.Still, she is tiny and fragile—a strong gust could part us—and I cannot think of losing her.Tell her for me. I trust You.Tell her how much I love her,how our closeness awes me,so that I hardly know where she ends and where I begin. Read next feature >
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