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My beautiful mother

They broke the mould when they made my mother Loula. Like many of her generation, she has had to overcome many hardships. I  remember her telling me how she used to walk miles as a child for a crust of bread to survive the ravages of war. She had no fun-filled teenage life, living it through a civil war in Greece when more Greeks killed Greeks than Germans in WW2. The only good thing that...
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