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I remember her as a little girl walking into a classroom with pigtails and a hand full of green glass bangles, today she is the bride and her smile breaks the reality of adulthood and powerlessness of human life to run back as children.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
glass bangles
I remember her as a little girl walking into a classroom with pigtails and a hand full of green glass bangles, today she is the bride and her smile breaks the reality of adulthood and powerlessness of human life to run back as children.
Gaye
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
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