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It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,

Yet not quite like it,

For the blueness is not transparent,

Only translucent.

Her soul’s light shines through,

But her soul cannot be seen.

It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, childlike, wise

And noble.

 

Joyce Kilmer

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