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Ramblings and Digressions from out of left field, and beyond....

Location: Piedmont of Virginia, United States

All human history, and just about everything else as well, consists of a never-ending struggle against ignorance.

Friday, October 26, 2007

My Mother's Eyes

I pay more attention to my eyes than maybe is normal, due to the necessity to put drops in them twice a day, to control glaucoma. And every once in a while I see in my eyes my mother looking at me.

Maybe my father is looking at me, too, but I wouldn't know, because he left this life when I was six. I had no chance to become so well acquainted with all the subtleties of his face and his personality.


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