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Eyes

By Diana Der-Hovanessian / December 16, 1994



Two children visiting see their first snows and sudduenly through their eyes a new world is exposed: rainbowed icicles hanging from hedges and eaves, trees glazed in silver light dropping glass leaves, crystal tinkling in cold winds that sting; bushes with dangling diamonds on strings.

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