RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
I can reach in and touch my innermost being with both hands.
It is gentle and kind - filled with compassion and a joy for others.
I cannot pull or take it out of my being, because it is me - it is who I am.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Submitted: Sunday, March 03, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 04, 2013
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