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We're always reminded, aren't we On every screen, on every page we turn. Perhaps somehow we too might find a way to measure up the secret serene gaze?.
Today we go shopping, my fine tall daughters and I - who looms above the others in the store that pause in aisles to gape at what they think they see.
She smiles and looks at me as if to say it doesn't matter, even if we both know there are times and ways it does and what we also know is this:
Beautiful is understanding what you connot ask from those who stare more than their eyes, more than ours. And beautiful is finally judged By all the reason that you're missed. |
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