The cover is worn and frayed, edges tattered and the look of weather beaten wood all around.  The skin is lined and scarred with years of sun and wind.
When the eyes come into contact with mine I see the most beautiful, peaceful, blue ocean in front of me.  The smile that comes to the lips transform the face into the grace and beauty that only an age of life can bring.  I am looking at an angel.  Her clothes hang around her, bones creak and groan. Yet, she portrays no fear, no anquish over her plight.  Only a smile that reaches up her lined and weathered face to shine out of the most pure blue eyes that only heaven can own.  I am awed that she smiles at


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