not many words today. but the days move along. and my children grow. and i struggle.
often life is bittersweet. and i am grateful for all of it.
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You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls i cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece
of foreign sky.
To My Child,
Anne Campbell Stark
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