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Becky decided that it wasn’t time to release the doves of ambiguity just yet.
That was when I realized what I was really seeing out that window: Boot had finally released the Doves of Ambiguity, and they had all flocked to the tree sheltering the smoking area out by the emergency room, which has been my view from the hospital for two weeks now.
The doves of ambiguity fluterred excitedy, squawking and pooping in their amazement at what they could see; Becky pressed her arms through their flurried mass to separate them so she too could see the view of the beautiful and creative princess in her tower of ups and downs.
“Hey there beautiful girl, don’t you change, honey, because you is beautiful the way you are,” said the homeless man as I walked to the PATH train tears hidden behind my rhinestone encrusted sunglasses; I couldn’t help smiling since it was the nicest thing I’d heard all day when he called after me, “And don’t you worry, honey, I’ll be here tomorrow to make you smile again.”
A small but very beautiful event will occur that will forever change your life.
At first glance, one wouldn’t think so, which I guess just goes to prove that first impressions can be wrong because many of her friends and family referred to her as ‘beautiful’ or ‘bella’ in lieu of her name and I’m sure they can’t all be delusional.
If I could be any building, I would be the Taj Mahal - still beautiful after all these years, admired by tourists, and looking forward to an all-over mud pack.
I don’t know what I did to deserve such beautiful people in my life, but it must have been something amazing.
The world is unquestionably vile, but some of the people living on it are unfailingly beautiful.
Some days, I’m not sure that there’s anything more beautiful.
Some days are so elegantly beautiful that one might even feel generous enough to feel kindly towards butterflies.
They weren’t in love, who cares? certainly neither of them who simply found that a picture once held would be held forever, but the cloudy sky that threatened rain, the zoo, and that day in D.C. would all leave in the end.
Some days are so beautiful that the miracle of life makes it hard to breathe.
The people in your life that create, blend, sculpt, repair, and tend the physical things around them will always leave a deep and lasting impression, beyond even what you can comprehend.
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