Family

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As children we played together.  You were my first and best friends, and our lives were simple. Holidays were the best, when we gathered together to share laughs, food, and often a little mayhem. Many seasons have molded our lives in different directions and yet the bond remains.  We are family, we are blood, and our roots remain as one.

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