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i was raised by loving hands; hands that stroked my head and plaited my hair and held my own hands tight.
i was taught by kind mouths; mouths that beamed and kissed my bruises and softly spoke bedtime stories.
i was shaped by beautiful minds; minds that challenged my own.
soon it will be my turn to raise, to teach, to shape. soon - it will be my turn to create.
       

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