Only in her final days did she taste freedom as an adult but by then it was too late to enjoy what most of us have encountered. She died without experiencing a relationship, marriage, having children, or even sex. Instead she spent the majority of her life working tirelessly as a slave for a pair of entitled spivs.
A very sad story which did finish on a brighter note due to the compassion and decency of the family's children.
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine...-story/524490/
An amazing story, about an amazing women.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Apologies for the duplication.Originally Posted by Tawi2
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