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  • She was a little girl in an old woman's body.The years forgot about her and allowed her to be the graceful child of the eternity.
    The colors of her scarf around her made a rainbow and the flowers in her hands were the most beautiful garden she offered to the world.
    She is still there in my mind like a miracle of time where you could not see her wrinkles but her mischievous smile.
    Little Girl stay forever where you are as a reminder that beauty is never connected to years leaving footprints in your heart.
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