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  • victor nwosu

    My Dear,
    Like the trees of the forest, may you find nourishment
    in rain as well as sunshine, Bend with the winds of
    misfortune without breaking; Give of yourself to others
    to provide shade from the blistering heat,Grow old gracefully and not become rigid or unbending;
    and above all May you keep reaching ever upwards.


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