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Aug 2015
What if your strength
turns sour,
turns to pain
and you never meet
your final grandchild?
What if you hold on
and hold their hand
and love their soul
before you leave us,
before you leave me.
Stephanie
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Stephanie  33/F/Canada
(33/F/Canada)   
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