Seeing Through Colored Eyes
November 22nd, 2005 by 
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There was once a woodcutter who cut wood for a living.
One day, he lost his ax. He could not find it. He looked here and there, and it wasn’t to be found.
He looked at his neighbor’s son. It must be him again! He was still 7 years old, but the kid could be mischievous. Yes, the woodcutter convinced himself — the kid is capable of hiding my ax! He looked at the way the kid moved — the way he talk, the way he answered my questions, the way his eyes diverted when I asked, yes, I am almost Read the rest of this entry »
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