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“It's like Kahlil Gibran wrote in The Prophet: 'Your children are not your children. They come through you but not from you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you, for life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.”

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In this personal account, the former United States Secretary of State and Democratic Party nominee for President shares her insights and emotions surrounding the controversial election outcome. more

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