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Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Maternity
This morning I went to a local neighbourhood that is just about to get torn down to make room for a new high-rise building. In a dark alley deep into the maze I ran into a young mother and her baby. No matter where you live and what language you speak, the look of infinite love in a mom's face is always the same.
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