They called it the “baby ranch.” When your mothers met, they dreamed for years of a broken down country farm where they would raise their families together. The path was long and circuitous. Sometimes they lost sight of the baby ranch. Years. Decades. Lovers came and went. In the end, the baby ranch itself took action, lured the women to the ranch. Space. Breath. Sun. Buttercups. Summers are free. The bonds are unbreakable between and across these girls and women. Great strength is growing in the idyllic space, and each of you changes the world for the better, breaking barriers and improving relations, with your mothers beaming by your sides, leading the way, and encouraging you from behind.
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