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A child, cradled in the womb, swimming in the sea of love drifts ever closer to independent existence. An adult woman, frightened and searching, for the safe place where it all started. The only shelter from the storms of life, the only lifesaver to cling to, is where I began. Her love is ever there, through joy and sorrow, triumph and tragedy, birth and death. We have shared heart-breaking fears, embraced incredible loves, passions, and joys. And in the end, there will be a legacy of female strength. And an ever-present chain of love. For my Mom by Kathie Stehr |
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| No Greater Love |
| Mom in Jamica in 1997-we had a ball |