Friday, October 09, 2009
People
The ewoks, the gnomes, and the plain. We are such an interesting mix of cells and flesh that make up our world. Last night I looked closely at the older gentlemen that sang opera and recited poetry to me. I saw every wrinkle, every dimple. Not a pretty man by all means, but he had a voice that sang as beautiful as a Cardinal. Last night, he just wanted to be heard; that was okay with me!
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Sandy;
What a sweet post, my grandfather used to sing to me when i was little. This post brought back those momnets to me!
This all goes to show that beauty comes from within.
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