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Yesterdays cold Saturday mornings trek through the village towards the Mall, I stumbled upon a small yet significant cemetery. There lied a fresh place of rest and spoke in white, "A Mother Is Love". Stopping in my tracks and in my mind I fell into "their shoes", I felt their loss of knowing this to be true. Love is precious, Life is Treasured. The pain of loss is empty to live in. Don't spend days grieving in sorrow, but celebrate the life of being blessed with a chance to live happy, held in an Agape Love.... "A Mother Is Love"....