I have always had very poor eyesight, so blindness has always been a great fear of mine, but somehow, some way, this has made me envious of that all seeing eye, the hand, that touches and memorizes those we love and treasure. To touch, to feel, to KNOW the very essence of someone, to long to see them and not be able to...but still, yet, to somehow know their faces. This is beautiful.
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I have always had very poor eyesight, so blindness has always been a great fear of mine, but somehow, some way, this has made me envious of that all seeing eye, the hand, that touches and memorizes those we love and treasure. To touch, to feel, to KNOW the very essence of someone, to long to see them and not be able to...but still, yet, to somehow know their faces. This is beautiful.