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Submitted: July 06, 2008

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Submitted: July 06, 2008



So, walking down the street today I saw a woman carrying a baby. She was so happy, her joy was contagious. But, when I finally looked at the woman, she looked worn out and thin. She said it took so much to get here to this place today for her. She said 'Everyday is a new battle, a battle I know I must win. Not only for my daughter, but for her children as well'. She kept repeating that and walked away. As I watched her, she grew older, and the baby did as well. Finally the baby was a woman with her own baby in her hands. The woman was older then, but she turned around and lit her face with a bright smile.
Then I woke up.

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