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Born a child and celebrated as Goddess, she was a woman. Clad in pink, frills and bows, she was a woman. Taking care of brothers and sisters, she was a woman. Crawling, crying, caring, bleeding, and with glass ceilings, she was a woman. Exhausted, her newborn child in her arms, she was again a woman.
4 comments:
sach
and cool blog , nice pics :)
wow..art n all ah?? good good:)
n yes, she is always a woman!
u said everything about her life cycle in 55, wah wah!
Ae Captain!
where art thou?
the seas r a callin
look, here r ur allies
with salty, misty eyes :(
hope alls well with u n ur wife:)
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