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I'm afraid I could not explain, if I tried ever so much or make any one understand the awful turmoil that went on in my soul, prior to the time I first tried to put my first thoughts into words.
  It was like a war, forever waging in my heart. I could not explain it, even to myself, but I think it began the year I was alone so much, before I went blind, and the years afterwards, also, while I was recovering.
 I was not allowed to sew, read, or cook. But I was allowed to look all I wanted to, provided my eyes were properly shaded. It was then I begin to appreciate the real beauties of nature, and to separate in my mind, the true from the artificial.
  I began to understand that every thing made by man, was only a reproduction of something God had first made. Nothing seemed to be original. Take colors, for instance, where had they first been produced? Well, of course from nature.
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