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Post by Dunstan Attard on Feb 4, 2012 3:21:40 GMT -5
Annmarie visited mother every day indulging in fantastic images inscribed in fire before it softly fades away into suburban sunsets.
‘My daughter Annmarie never visits me’ a tear brimming in their eyes.
Annmarie took her hand, cold as marble,looked into mum's eyes, realizing that God does emerge, from time to time, through reckless passion.
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