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*A Rose raised in the protective shade of a mighty Oak, no matter how well nourished and loved, will never bloom. Her delicate petals must defy the beating drops of an angry Sky in order to bathe in the golden rays of her birthright. Step aside and let her thrive!*
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Let Her Thrive
*A Rose raised in the protective shade of a mighty Oak, no matter how well nourished and loved, will never bloom. Her delicate petals must defy the beating drops of an angry Sky in order to bathe in the golden rays of her birthright. Step aside and let her thrive!*
My thoughts about how over-protective Fathers treat their Daughters for no good reason.
antonio
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
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