To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. – Maya Angelou

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To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. – Maya Angelou

-- Vijayaraj

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Between us is one thread: it tied our hearts so we walk close to each other always.

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If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all. – John Green, Paper Towns

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This is not just another day, this is yet another chance to make your dreams come true. Good morning.

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Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever. – Mahatma Gandhi

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I’m invisible, until someone needs me

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