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When we first dropped our belongings In the clearing in the forest Mama said we'd die the first winter. Papa had been a potter back in Wales. He knew next to nothing about building. But he chopped some trees
Followed the line, had to follow their rule. Drew the line, had to make own rule. Looked the starting point, people began following my rule.
Sometimes,  i lose hope. sometimes the pressure is too much sometimes the memes are too dank for me for my family for my community for us all so i must share them  BUT!
The sad begging blue eyes Almost bring tears to my eyes. Almost.   The tiny warm smile Almost makes a matching grin. Almost.   The pitter patter of tiny feet Almost makes me laugh.
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