Carolina QuotesIf we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.
Maya Angelou Connected to the Carolinas
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- A Brave and Startling Truth (1995)
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- 1995
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“If we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from ou…” Maya Angelou. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-38400F1B47. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/38400f1b47
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