| She Who Watches - She Who Listens - She Who Speaks Blanche McLanahan [ehcnald at yahoo.com] |
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She is the Reflection ... SHOULD YOU SEE THE DISTANT SADNESS IN MY EYE, OR HEAR THE RESOUNDING ECHO OF MY CRY THEN YOU SHOULD KNOW THE SOUND OF MY VOICE WRITTEN THROUGH THE AGES OF TIME. NO EYE CAN SEE THE TRUE IMAGE AN ACTOR PORTRAYS. NO EAR CAN FINELY TUNE THE SINGERS BLESSED SONG. AND NO FACE CAN HIDE WHAT IS IN THE HEART OF MAN. SHE IS THE REFLECTION OF THEM PERMEATING THE DENSITY OF SAND - Blanche McLanahan |
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