Three Georgia Women in Turbulent Times

In a whirl of whispers, shadows entwined, Three hearts beat loudly with courage aligned. Holding hands tight through the storms that would swell, In their eyes burned a fire, a truth to compel. With voices like rivers, they carved through the night, Each word a beacon, a guide toward the light. Together they stood, unyielding and free, In the dance of the storm, they found harmony.

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