Female

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Who am I? That question, so oft repeated within the bouncing bauble of mind, has yet to instigate a satisfying answer. Who I am aside, I reside at present in the eyes and heart of Angelina, rising to the surface in a bubble of laughter, an electrifying breath of pure joy, a spontaneous pausing in the business of doing and habitual rush of living. I am the song on the tip of my tongue and the dream of my deepest longing, lifting silently into flight. I am blessed with a marvelous mate and the constant inspiration of two young boys. I am.