And I'm trying hard to figure out
Just how I ever lived without
The warmth of your smile
The heart of child
That's deep inside
It leaves me purified...
Mama loves you Airiel. More than anything...
The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns ~ George Santayana
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