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They have no sight.
They make images.
They paint with light and wait for some one else to describe the image back to them.
Then they paint the image into their mind . . .with words.
To know so completely that there is something wonderful there and to never see it or touch it.
When faith lies in the stutter of emotion, from the voice of a stranger.
I am still mesmerized . . .
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