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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-02-28 | | If one would offer me a million dollars for my daughter and one for my son I would keep both fruits of my passion... If one would pay me one more for my love of arts I would keep my love... If one would insist trading a million for my inspiration I would keep my Muse... In all the places that I have loved and lived I have never had a million dollars view like this one in the heart of Pennsylvania Pensive mornings unfold golden keys for eternal bliss as I gaze onto the farm across on my porch birds of many colors reveal a way to tranquility never felt before except in sacred places I have kissed around the world It is within this affluence my life is more paradoxical than ever before as my sunset is witness to one dream coming true. Copyright Adela-Adriana Moscu, January 11, 2005 Lancaster, PA, USA
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