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“This family is bound through truth and trials, the loves that compass our life, for in forgiveness, we overcome the refuge of bitterness and lies. We are sustained by compassion, and we will endure as the sun’s fusion core churns, and the darkness flees from its majesty thrown across the solar system’s expanse. It is the mysterious fusion in love that gives us our strength and powers us so.”

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Through Shadows and Light: Myths of Families and Love

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