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Eternal Eyes

There is nothing like coming home and getting lost inside of your child's eyes.

To see mortality and immortality swimming in his tears of innocence.

The wisdom of your father and the zeal of your grandson staring back at you,

with each blink taking you deeper.

No need for words, son.

Your eyes have already spoken,

whispering aloud that

we live in this moment;

we lived through countless yesterdays;

we will live forever!

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