This is it. I must endure every wave until this child comes to fruition. There is no going back - a road with no u-turns, a train that will not fall off its tracks. No stopping. The end. The beginning.
The emotions are mixed.
IS YOUR GLASS HALF FULL OR?
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IS YOUR GLASS HALF FULL OR ?
I have a friend that grew up very differently from myself. He is black and
I am white. I grew up in the 40’s and 50’s in...

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