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Dec 2014
What is beauty?
To some it is flowers
Sleeping puppies
A babies laugh
or even
the perfectly warped present
To me it is the crackling fire in the winter
The sound of pen on paper
My big dog barking at passing pedestrians
The sight of my little brother and sister's face
When they see Santa has been
When the word beauty means something different to everyone
*I mean look at the beast but beauty loved him
Essa Freedom
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Essa Freedom  United States
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