Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Father And Daughter

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Father to daughter,
he wrote her a story,
about a horse that broke his leg.
The published story was left behind,
in the attic of her childhood home.
Tattered and yellow,
small black print,
she longed to see.
She wondered if her father saw,
that she was broken.
She wondered if he saw fragility,
in her big brown eyes,
and he wanted her to be whole.
He wanted her to know that some wounds
don't fester.
Like the horse in his story,
all things are possible,
when you dream,
when you love.


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106 comments:

  1. Brian MillerAugust 16, 2011 at 2:56 PM

    smiles. what a wonderful father to leave such things for his daughter...and all things are possible a great message to a daughter or son...very nice...

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  2. Pat HattAugust 16, 2011 at 3:23 PM

    Such a feel good story behind this piece, nice.

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  3. Jannie FunsterAugust 16, 2011 at 3:40 PM

    Sweetness in this! All things ARE possible, Ayala with dreams and love. Some wounds are healed instantly as you say. And childhood things understood in later years.

    Beautiful!

    xo

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  4. ClaudiaAugust 16, 2011 at 3:42 PM

    sounds like her father saw...a touching and sensitive poem ayala...broken hearts and broken legs..both need love to heal...

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  5. ScarletAugust 16, 2011 at 4:19 PM

    a lovely story to write and give to the daughter...heart-warming poem ~

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  6. AnonymousAugust 16, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    All things are possible indeed. It's good to be back to reading blogs!!

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  7. AlitaAugust 16, 2011 at 5:16 PM

    With love all things are possible. This poem is so full of emotion brimming with hope. Yielding to nothing. I really love it!

    Alita

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  8. UnknownAugust 16, 2011 at 6:23 PM

    Very sweet, Ayala. I love to watch the relationship that my husband and daughter have. This makes me think of them :)

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  9. DaydreamerAugust 16, 2011 at 7:36 PM

    What a lovely read. It sounds as if the father was still watching over his daughter and would want her to know that he still loves her and that no matter what has happened, most broken things can mend, again.
    A soft and very gentle read.

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  10. LauraAugust 16, 2011 at 7:44 PM

    "all things are possible when you dream, when you love"...so beautiful Ayala, so beautiful.

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  11. Charles ElliottAugust 16, 2011 at 7:51 PM

    How lovely is a father who is kind and loving to his daughter!

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  12. cj SchlottmanAugust 16, 2011 at 8:18 PM

    This poem felt like a hug to me! Wonderful.

    Namaste..........cj

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  13. SheilaAugust 16, 2011 at 8:51 PM

    oh wow, what a message for a daughter to receive from her father. what a blessing to be heard

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  14. AnonymousAugust 16, 2011 at 8:58 PM

    She wondered if her father saw,
    that she was broken.
    She wondered if he saw fragility,
    in her big brown eyes,
    and he wanted her to be whole

    The best parents want wholeness and healing for the child, lovely.

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  15. kelvin s.m.August 16, 2011 at 9:54 PM

    ..this is a sweet piece my friend.. and the notion of 'all things are possible when you dream, when you love' is perfect.. thanks for sharing!(:

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  16. AnonymousAugust 16, 2011 at 10:07 PM

    I love how it ended on a positive verse.Good journey,thanks

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  17. Maude LynnAugust 16, 2011 at 10:35 PM

    Oh, how sweet!

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  18. AnonymousAugust 16, 2011 at 10:47 PM

    What a healing space you made, and such a great narrative sequence. I'm thinking cute childhood story and then, wham! "She wondered if her father saw,
    that she was broken."

    Great stuff.

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  19. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    Thank you, Brian. A wonderful father indeed . :)

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  20. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    Thank you, Pat :)

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  21. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 10:58 PM

    Thank you, Jannie.
    xo ;)

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  22. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:00 PM

    Claudia, I like to think that love heals all wounds :)

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  23. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:01 PM

    Thank you, Heaven :)

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  24. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:01 PM

    Caroline, so nice to see you :)

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  25. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:02 PM

    Thank you, Alita :)

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  26. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:05 PM

    Thank you, Lori. Father and daughter relationship are so special.

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  27. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:07 PM

    Thank you, Daydreamertoo. I appreciate your thoughts on this. He did love her, no matter what.

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  28. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:08 PM

    Thank you, Laura. :)

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  29. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:10 PM

    Charles, we take it for granted that all fathers are, but unfortunately that's not the case. In this case it is lovely and great. :)

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  30. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:11 PM

    Thank you, cj. I am glad :)

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  31. AmeenaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:13 PM

    So beautiful Ayala and so touching. Thank you for sharing this!

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  32. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:14 PM

    Thank you, Sheila. :)

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  33. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:18 PM

    Thank you, Anna. Parents want the best for their children...:)

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  34. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:19 PM

    Thank you, Kelvin :)

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  35. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:21 PM

    Thank you, Leah :)

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  36. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:21 PM

    Thank you, Mama Zen :)

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  37. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:23 PM

    Thank you, Joanne :)

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  38. ayalaAugust 16, 2011 at 11:23 PM

    Thank you, Ameena :)

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  39. TALONAugust 17, 2011 at 12:38 AM

    Just beautiful and heart-wrenching and touching, ayala.

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  40. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 12:42 AM

    I saw this in a different light than the others, tainted by my own experiences perhaps. I got the impression of a father who didn't know how to communicate directly and left his daughter wondering if he new her pain.

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  41. BelindaAugust 17, 2011 at 12:56 AM

    Dreams and love are a great combination, Ayala, and this father left both for his daughter. Lovely and heartfelt.

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  42. Rosemary Nissen-WadeAugust 17, 2011 at 2:28 AM

    Touching in its understatement.

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  43. wanderer above the mistAugust 17, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    Wow. Such a touching poem!

    Kelly

    http://simplydeeppoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/jailed-one-shot-wednesday.html

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  44. LeslieAugust 17, 2011 at 9:43 AM

    i always sense such love when you write about your father... such a tender poem.

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  45. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 9:46 AM

    such love flows from each word...beautiful

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  46. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 10:08 AM

    Oh! this touched me deeply, this poem, having had a father (now dead) who gave me two horses and whose love was boundless, though his broken little girl didn't know it then.

    Too late now, but perhaps it is never too late?

    Lovely poem, and this will haunt me.

    Lady Nyo

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  47. LolamouseAugust 17, 2011 at 10:57 AM

    Lovely. Some issues are best addressed in story rather than directly.

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  48. James RainsfordAugust 17, 2011 at 11:25 AM

    Sensitive and perceptive. The emotion here is contained within controlled yet moving imagery.

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  49. Anna @ waysidewordgardenAugust 17, 2011 at 11:38 AM

    This is lovely and inspiring; a tender story.

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  50. The PoetAugust 17, 2011 at 11:46 AM

    Hello.
    Having lost my dad when I was a young teenager, I always feel a twinge of sadness whenever I read father-child poems.

    This one was very touching poem. I agree...everything is possible when you dream & love.

    Beautiful sentiments.

    Thanks for sharing.

    Remove These Satin Sheets

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  51. joannaAugust 17, 2011 at 12:24 PM

    there is such sweetness in this story, and a lovely lovely message in its ending. :)

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  52. VictoriaAugust 17, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    To me this is just so poignant. And tender. I would have to believe he knew that, at one time or another, we are all fragile and in need of healing.

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  53. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 2:54 PM

    Hi, Ayala. Your poem made me think about the blossoming relationship between my husband and our baby girl. I suspect that he will be the kind of father to really "see" his daughter.

    Lovely, as always.

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  54. KavitaAugust 17, 2011 at 3:03 PM

    Such a beautifully written parable, Ayala... a very practical teaching... rendered so well here..

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  55. hedgewitchAugust 17, 2011 at 3:27 PM

    Beautiful words, ayala. Such a warm message of hope and love.

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  56. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 6:16 PM

    A moving story. A wonderful thought behind the poem.

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  57. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:22 PM

    Thank you, Talon :)

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  58. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:24 PM

    Darkangelwrites,thank you for your thoughts.

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  59. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:24 PM

    He did, Belinda. He did :)

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  60. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:25 PM

    Thank you, Rosemary :)

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  61. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:26 PM

    Thank you, Kelly :)nice of you to stop by.

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  62. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:26 PM

    Thank you, Leslie. He was love !

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  63. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:27 PM

    Thank you, David. I appreciate it !

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  64. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    Lady Nyo,
    Jane,
    your comment really touched me. from one broken girl to another....

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  65. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    Thank you, Lolamouse :)

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  66. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    Thank you, James. :)

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  67. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    Thank you, Anna. :)

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  68. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:31 PM

    Andy,
    I feel for you. I lost my dad three years ago and I have missed him ever day. Thank you for your sweet comment. Sorry about your loss.

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  69. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    Thank you, Joanna :)

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  70. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:35 PM

    Victoria, we all are...true!

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  71. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:36 PM

    Kristen, how sweet...I was fortunate to have such a father :)

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  72. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:36 PM

    Thank you, Kavita :)

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  73. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:37 PM

    Thank you, Joy :)

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  74. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 6:37 PM

    Thank you, Matt. :)

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  75. AdrienneAugust 17, 2011 at 6:50 PM

    In a father's love is the safety to let our selves be seen...once seen, the healing can begin. Love this.

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  76. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 7:41 PM

    Thank you, Adrienne. A father's love is a gift.

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  77. Elizabeth YoungAugust 17, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    There's a fragile but extremely loving dance that occurs between a father and daughter. Thank you for capturing this extremely well here!

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  78. kaykualaAugust 17, 2011 at 8:20 PM

    Father and daughter a relationship so strong. It builts awe and emits inspiration and respect. Beautiful poem!

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  79. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 8:32 PM

    Thank you, Elizabeth :)

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  80. ayalaAugust 17, 2011 at 8:32 PM

    Yes, Hank...and thank you :)

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  81. Helena WhiteAugust 17, 2011 at 8:47 PM

    Such a truly heartfelt story ~ simply beautiful ~ ⊱♥⊱♥⊱♥⊱ lღvε ♥ ஆεlεɳa

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  82. ReflectionsAugust 17, 2011 at 10:37 PM

    Powerful message... truly heartfelt piece. Simple reminders that all things are possible when one is truly loved.

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  83. CloudiaAugust 17, 2011 at 10:49 PM

    I like this story!


    Aloha from Waikiki;


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  84. AnonymousAugust 18, 2011 at 12:35 AM

    Ayala, thank you for coming by my blog. This story of father and daughter is so touching. The idea that he might have perceived her wounds, that he spoke to her through the story, caught me by the heart. Peace, Amy Barlow Liberatore
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/17/strolling-we-write-poems/

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  85. AnonymousAugust 18, 2011 at 12:55 AM

    this is so sweet nothing is as special as the daddy daughter relationship....

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  86. AnonymousAugust 18, 2011 at 5:22 AM

    Lovely poem...great is a parent who gives their child hopes and dreams!

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  87. PatriciaAugust 18, 2011 at 8:27 AM

    hi ayala... i'm running so late this week. Glad to read this beautiful piece of yours... so very touching and yes the father desires our wholeness as he heals those wounds. You had me as a small girl reading this... on my knees in the attic, finding and holding the treasure of his printed word in my hands.

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  88. Uneven StephenAugust 18, 2011 at 12:39 PM

    Beautiful poem. I love the message and the high-note ending.

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  89. Luke PraterAugust 18, 2011 at 2:44 PM

    touching piece Ayala

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  90. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:09 PM

    Thank you, Helena. :)

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  91. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:11 PM

    Thank you, Petrina. True words :)

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  92. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:11 PM

    Thank you, Cloudia :)

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  93. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    Thank you, Amy :)

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  94. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:13 PM

    Thank you, Amanda :)

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  95. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:13 PM

    Thank you, Di. Good to give hopes and dreams to our children.

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  96. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:14 PM

    Aw Patricia...sweet...thank you!

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  97. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:15 PM

    Thank you, Stephen. :)

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  98. ayalaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:15 PM

    Thank you, Luke :)

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  99. GlynnAugust 19, 2011 at 12:01 AM

    There's a deep yearning here. Beautiful.

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  100. Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being RudriAugust 19, 2011 at 12:33 AM

    Love this poem. Ayala, you know why. xoxo

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  101. LaurenAugust 19, 2011 at 7:06 AM

    I love that he saw the fragility in her big brown eyes.

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  102. ayalaAugust 19, 2011 at 5:55 PM

    Thank you, Glynn. :)

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  103. ayalaAugust 19, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    Thank you, Rudri....I know why..xoxo

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  104. ayalaAugust 19, 2011 at 5:57 PM

    Lauren, a father sees ....when he truly loves.

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  105. colleenAugust 24, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    Another shiver!

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  106. ayalaAugust 25, 2011 at 7:35 PM

    Thank you, Colleen.

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