The gift of happiness is a fleeting pleasure, unless it is grounded in the solace granted by one's own feeling of self-satisfaction brought about by the simplicity and duration of contentment. The rarest form of love, being unconditional, is my gift to those who fit the highest grade of character...a character endowed with the concrete texture of integrity, which is treasured far greater than any moveable trait. To know me is to appreciate me, hopefully my value will outweigh my inevitable flaws.

-Mia A. 2006

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