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A diary
which is given us to write in through the years
A
palimpsest of family, that shows our joys and fears
A tool
we use to build ourselves a welcome for our friends
A
work always in progress until our journey ends
Its'
contours mean so little if the character is fair
This face has lived and loved, a lifetime's blessings linger
there..
by
Serenwyl
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