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Sep 2020
The most precious necklace I wore as a mother was my children's arms around my neck holding me tight,
And my husband was the clasp that held us firmly,
Never letting go.
3/9/2020
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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