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Through My Eyes

Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow.

Touch each object as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail.

Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never taste or smell again.

Make the most of every sense. Glory in all facets and pleasures and beauty which the world reveals to you.

Helen Keller

 

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