assimilation/loss
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"The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity." George Bernard Shaw
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August
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- what was, what is and what will be
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- Only the greatest of teachers can give us wings......
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- elocuente silencio
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- I have no words for what I feel tonight. With this...
- I suppose it will never cease to amaze me that thi...
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August
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2 comments:
Oh my gawsh! These are my colors ... the ones I feel best depict me. This makes me feel my past and it tells me of something I love and no longer have.
Brandon says:
I see a horse. Where are his ears?
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