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Dec 2015
None of our days have a price.. they are as priceless as they are for us and us alone. And if they are not valuable .., that's only up to us . Days can be just illusions that are just passing by. Many days we don't even remember, although some of them can carve deep within ourselves. Our days don't have a price. Our days areΒ Β what we make of them. Sometimes they get swallowed through a pool of blood and other times they swim freely in a pool of hope. Ensure you make your days your own and don't let them be taken,Β Β as they are yours and just for you.
Angela Nature
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Angela Nature  Pretty Pollock Pines, Ca.
(Pretty Pollock Pines, Ca.)   
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   ---, Styles and Cecil Miller
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