“she had a face like she had been crushed but survived and squeezed every drop of compassion from her pain and painted it on her cheeks.  she moved softly, without presumption.  one would think that she was pliable – such softness carries with it weakness – her secret though, was behind her beautifully humble exterior was a strength that no one expected.”

-POLLY PELLY
(polly is a poet…a photographer…and a wonderful wife & mother)

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