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We are the children of children. How old we get we are still trying to figure it out. I've learned that the biggest mistake I could ever do to myself is to think that I know it all. You can know a whole lot but you'll never know it all. ******* on pacifiers with wrinkled faces. Sharing wisdom before knowing how to even crawl. Drawn to the mother figure, the father's forgiveness. Cradling the teachers. Finding wisdom in students.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
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We are the children of children. How old we get we are still trying to figure it out. I've learned that the biggest mistake I could ever do to myself is to think that I know it all. You can know a whole lot but you'll never know it all. ******* on pacifiers with wrinkled faces. Sharing wisdom before knowing how to even crawl. Drawn to the mother figure, the father's forgiveness. Cradling the teachers. Finding wisdom in students.
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Jun 23, 2015
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