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When I look at my Mother I don't see wrinkles, grey hair or her getting older. I see a beautiful softness in a beautiful woman. One who gave me life, who cared for me as a child and when I was deathly ill. She is a beauty and always has been. She is my Mother. My light, my love and someone whom I look up to and proud to call my Mother. I love you Mom, with all my heart!
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