A thought is born on the edge of breath and labors to succeed. From a thought into a word, to deliver in time of need. Other words have made their mark in sorrow and in death, but this one word speaks beautiful till only hope is left. From the tongue it rolls and is carried by a wind, pushing this word into your heart, spoken by your friend. What does this word hope to find and what does this word hope to do? To see you realize how precious you are and to know I believe in you.
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Thanks Have a great week!
Be blessed and Enjoy the ride, Luiz
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