Her name is Sorrow to help us through the morrow. Crying for our hardships and then she cries some more then suddenly as the morning comes she rises, her task is done. We are happy once more she goes thru the door to come back later, when needed once more.
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Ralph Miller 03 Nov 2005
beautiful Mary, love your wings !Tracy Longley 04 Apr 2005
i like this one!