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Their lives were filled with gloom,  Like the pregnant, dark clouds that did loom,  Over the earth, arousing the petrichor.    Slowly, through the clouds, there came,  A streak of light - warmth it became,  So did the smile of...

Hug, Comforts one Like a warm blanket, Soaking itself in our tears And soothing our wounded heart and soul Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash