They prepared me for you with scalpels and sculpting tools, through every experience leading up to meeting you. As practiced as I am you teach me to love and I teach you to smile. Again and again you teach me to love and again I need to feel another lesson. Everybody I have ever met was a little bit of you, my life has been a rehearsal and now it's opening night. Damn my stage fright.
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Great image!
Thank you very much 🙂
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