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Nov 2017
I looked in the mirror and what did I see, yet a little old woman peering back at me. With packs and sage and wrinkles and wispy white hair and I asked my appearance, how could you arrive?

You used to be straight and incredible and now you're stooped and feeble - when I made a decent attempt to shield you from turning into a collectible.

My appearance's eyes twinkled and she gravely answered, 'You're taking a gander at the blessing wrap and not the gem inside'- - a living pearl and valuable of un-envisioned worth, one of a kind and genuine the genuine you, the main you on earth.

The years that ruin your blessing wrap with different things more savage ought to filter and fortify and clean up that gem.

So concentrate your consideration within, not the out- - on being kinder, smarter, more substance and more dedicated.

At that point, when your blessing wrap is stripped away, your gem will be without set - to transmit God's wonderfulness, all through endlessness.
To my grand mother.
Abraham Esang
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Abraham Esang  24/M/Nigeria
(24/M/Nigeria)   
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