The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched- they must be felt with the heart ~ Hellen Keller
My dearest E.,
You are my daughter- and my daughter is Beauty personified. A picture perfect creation. Where comes from all this beauty you possess, both inner and outer?
As you beckon all to you, your sunny disposition is bright and colourful as a warm, balmy day, your smiles like the gentle piercing of the rays of sunshine peeking through the cotton-wool clouds, your eyes shining with the wonderment of the world; they fly to you like bees to flowers.
My dearest E.,
You are my daughter- and my daughter is Beauty personified. A picture perfect creation. Where comes from all this beauty you possess, both inner and outer?
As you beckon all to you, your sunny disposition is bright and colourful as a warm, balmy day, your smiles like the gentle piercing of the rays of sunshine peeking through the cotton-wool clouds, your eyes shining with the wonderment of the world; they fly to you like bees to flowers.
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