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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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<a href='nutritious.php?PHPSESSID=7280628e36082bdf8e4d9efd48ce1139'>nutritious</a><BR>
<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=7280628e36082bdf8e4d9efd48ce1139'>archives</a><BR>With rounded face, framed by hood, her look inscrutable,
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all eyes, turned ever so slightly towards mother as if
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to say, "I don't know if I can go on" and as she
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slows her step her hand slips away. Mother doesn't look
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back, but stops, raised her chin in defiance, reaches her hand
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back to find her child where, instinctively, she knew her to be:
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