بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

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Of all the colors she could have chosen, of all the things she could have changed, she went with the color red, with a smile slight but amazing, it was for her the perfect shade. In the midst of every drought in life I find, while from no other places can emotion seep, when in every other way am I imprisoned, this gift of hers He lets me hold, in which I’m always free.