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“I… I …” my mother stumbled, as I looked over at her. “I didn’t tell you because… she… Barbara Ann didn’t want me to,” my mother pointed at me. “She was ashamed… so ashamed… she… she… begged me not to.”
Barbara Carter
Author, D. Denise Dianaty
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Damn. That's… I don't even know what to say.
Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."
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