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In eighteen eighty-seven, a thread was spun,
A mill was born in Fort Mill’s hands.
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My best friend, the only one that has been always there for me. Through my happiness and sadness, she was always there.
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Proverbs 31:30~"Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."
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