Daughter's Psalm
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Complete Wed, May 16, 2018<5 mins
My mom described as the brave lion she is.
Picture citation: Moore, Charlotte. "Mãe - Mamy - Mother ...." Pinterest, 9 May 2013, www.pinterest.com/pin/488077678350958007/?lp=true.
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