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Jun 2014
We throw the word love around like a bad game of catch but I'm here to tell you that love is not a ball that we can toss around in the yard after dinner but rather a fragile glass sphere that more often than not hits the ground leaving us to clean up the shattered mess others have left behind.
Winston Lee
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Winston Lee  Georgia
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   jennifer
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