Each time, I hear about a basket or see a basket it reminds me of the story of Moses. The daughter of Pharaoh saved Moses while he has a baby and his mother had put him in a basket. Those times are not different from today, because it is still to have a baby and to give him birth in good conditions.
There is a problem to make sense,
when you do not know your future,
but you try to dope with times to sense,
what you are doing right now for the future.
You know there is always something to do,
until you reach the day you always desired,
and you will know what to do,
when you know you were the one was desired.
Like children you do not have to see violence,
on television because what you have belongs to you,
and no one should use violence
to take away what you have with you.
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