The sun always finds sons and daughters to fall upon…and it is with this awareness I accept that the sun is always shining.

Sunshine, bright skies are here to stay and when I miss it’s warmth, I find a soft-cuddly to embrace. Everyday, every-way, every-say I dare say — With these hands, I hope to…

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