Our Place
Each born into an imperfect world, literally. Born too soon, the world at break e speed, collects itself to acknowledge a child's needs. Born on time. Any preparation exceeds expectations. Born int what is, a moment in time, that cannot totally know the complete plan for it's growth. All are created equal. A dwelling place embraced. Until the battle lines drawn by life's incompleteness becomes the blueprint of loss...loss of life.

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