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The one who built me


Nobody knows how many children this person has taught, encouraged and raised.

It's the kind of influence that leaves someone better than they were when they were found.

Can't be ripped away from them, no matter the efforts made by others to negate the teachings. 

Kids growing up around her, turn into mature, wonderful people carrying on the legacy.

Irrefutably amazing, you can't deny the influence of the woman as nothing more than a miracle.

 

 

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