All Love

Some watched over her from birth, each birthday, went on every holiday. Others were simply there. In the background. In the foreground. The majority of them remained, although some were now misplaced in a box or on a shelf, they were still with her. Each bore the friendly, well known smile. Some had been stitched and worn to pieces. Faded. Full of sweat, blood and tears. Some were as good as new. But all were loved.

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