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  • (My mother's hand)

    Fired by her hand, I am my own heritage. Everything I have accomplished, everything I have ever valued, even the man I have become, I owe to her. I am the heirloom, the ceramic molded by her hands. Nothing she could have left me could have been of greater value.

    I am the life's loving endeavor of my dear mother.
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