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Her feet cover a variety of paths,
but with her children no one can walk as a mother can. Her eyes see to the needs of her home, but in her children no one can see what a mother sees. Her heart flows to her husband in love, but to her children no one gives love like a mother. Her life is given in service to many, but for her children her life she would lose. Yes, that’s a mother.
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