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Where Beauty Is
I always thought that beauty lived in great
skies a summer morning brings; in majesty of towering peaks, in sweep of surging seas, in vastness of the mighty plains... There's bearty inall these.
But let me never cease to see the beauty in small things...flowers of white and crimson, a small bird's flashing wings, the glitter of a star at night, a cobweb's misty sheen, and in a friend's small cheerful smile there's bearty to be seen.-R. Kemp
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