Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Window to the Soul

They pierce. They spit fire. They fill with subtle, invisible ease. They identify and bear witness. They gaze and they wander. They judge and they mislead. They softly comfort, and they carefully tease. They connect. They communicate. They convey. All in a blink.




They see. 

With what clarity, we can only hope to guess. 




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