I see the laugh lines and crow’s feet that tell the story of 52 years of you. In your face I see how it is to grow old with grace, and through the reflection of your eyes, how loved I truly am.
Wemustneverpermitthe voiceof humanitywithinus tobe silenced. It is Man's sympathywithallcreatures thatfirst makeshimaMan.
--Albert Schweitzer
Everything can betakenfromamanorawomanbut one thing: thelast of human freedoms tochoose one's attitude in any givenset of circumstances, to chooseone'sownway.
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