The Whispering Pines of Family’s Embrace

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In the gentle breeze,
Whispers of kinship linger,
Roots entwine with love.

Under moonlit skies,
Laughter dances through the night,
Stars hold our stories.

By the hearth’s warm glow,
Silent bonds weave our spirits,
Unity in peace.

Seasons come and go,
Yet the heart remains steadfast,
Family’s true home.

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