How often do I glimpse you in the countenance of friends! Your smile warms my blood and keeps me human. Your eyes spark in my imagination the lights of terribly beautiful truths. Who am I that you should love me, or that I am born to love without a whole heart, born to fly without wings, born to run without legs? Oh, Dearest! That any number of cripples should fall across each others’ path and call it love is evidence enough of your transcendent and eternal quality!
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