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Photo: Dean Ansley

Some eyes are mirrors, yet a window still,
to those who know the way within the smile -
where all the wonder of a woman's will
reflects her style.

And when the mirrors rise to save what's soft,
most gentle, tender, delicate of soul,
but windows still to me are open oft,
you make me whole.

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