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Jul 2014
Where does it come from? This quest, this need to love someone more than one can love his own self?
Sometimes the simplest questions can never be answered...Like why do we cry? Why do we dream? why do we die? And why does it feel like God is not watching over us in times of grief?...

#.............Tell Katrina that she's no longer welcome in Haiti...
Bra-Tee
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Bra-Tee  South Africa.
(South Africa.)   
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