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May 10, 2019
By 9wesolowski GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
9wesolowski GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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A baby’s cry is blue waves crashing into jagged rocks.

When you toss sadness to the wind, it returns as a rushing stream of water.

A baby’s laugh is the soft blanket you wrap around yourself on a rainy day.

If you turn hope on high, you’ll see bright lights streaming through the clouds.



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