Of my mother, her hands I remember
In my mind, the image so clear and fine
So soft, they would cradle me
So strong, they would carry me… 274 more words
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As John Green said in one of his novels, “We are all infinitely interconnected… and no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.”, it seemed to be strongly proven in this touching story.
A certain Danny…