ffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. i know that her condition hurt her deeply.

　　would her life have been different had she been pretty? chances are it would have. and yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. she was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. she possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.

　　how long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? we get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care--maybe even the simple gesture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of

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