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To see faces that have long ago been blurred. Pictures. Boxes. Dead sharks.
Wrinkled.
But still smiling faces.
To encounter your very own flesh and blood.
To see who you are. Which, by yourself, you may not. A living, breathing mirror.
People whom you never really get to know, but whom are the closest to you.
She's strong, yet meek. Part of her missing, which she still feels. It's there. It's right there. I can feel the water ruining down the side of it. Please, please get me a towel.
And he asked her to come real close. Her cheek's warmth sparking with his.
His cracked lips grind apart.
My daughter. Be honest with me, and tell me the God's honest truth... did you do this to me?
As she fell apart in her chair and wept, he pointed to the monkey climbing up the wall.
There is something in this trip.
Wrinkled.
But still smiling faces.
To encounter your very own flesh and blood.
To see who you are. Which, by yourself, you may not. A living, breathing mirror.
People whom you never really get to know, but whom are the closest to you.
She's strong, yet meek. Part of her missing, which she still feels. It's there. It's right there. I can feel the water ruining down the side of it. Please, please get me a towel.
And he asked her to come real close. Her cheek's warmth sparking with his.
His cracked lips grind apart.
My daughter. Be honest with me, and tell me the God's honest truth... did you do this to me?
As she fell apart in her chair and wept, he pointed to the monkey climbing up the wall.
There is something in this trip.