A day of faces to be.

May I be alert

to eyes and mouths,

smiles and grimaces,

to rosy cheeks and not so rosy,

to lovely hands as well, hands

not knowing whereof they speak.

But speak they will.

So let it be,

this day of faces

and bodies. Presences.

Their present to me,

my present to them.

brush drawing by R. Lee- Richard Lee

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