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August 28, 2013
Impossible as it may seem, I never really understood what people meant when they said someone was beautiful or handsome in those few years I was a child. I'd just nod my head in agreement, not really getting how they knew if someone was or was not.

Maybe it's because the things I knew to be beautiful weren't people. They were sunsets, lakes, trees, fields, and smiles. Beauty was in kindness, joy, and love. It was something you "saw" with your heart - a realization of good feelings.

Then my eyes were opened to the material world, and I was blinded.