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| Dwight Stevers |
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| - for my Dad |
| The father leaves
his fingerprints on us. We leave our footprints on the mother. We spend our lives contemplating self, and always searching for the other. The imprints fade like hot breath on glass. We leave our mark on the many. Love is built on more than things that pass. Love is one, love is all and more than any. (Love is one, love is all and more than any.) |
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