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[sacred_faith]

Understand the lure
of a culture that touches yours
by filaments spun of blood
tied together by a language, a history, a self-made faith

For we are immense, we are infinite
We are the children of a sunlit land

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[laura_seabrook]

sometimes children get lost
sometimes children disappear
sometimes mother is mad
but sometimes She's always there
waiting to give a hand