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I really do love eyes. Big ones, small ones. Aggressive or docile. Eyes are not only the window to a soul, but they have the potential to shine somebodies personality. I have not yet found another part of the human body that can tell you so much about how somebody feels and, at the same time, be the vessel into which you release your own soul and feeling. Eyes are everything human, animal, animate and living.

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I love the human body. For all of the right reasons, and for all of the wrong reasons. First the right. It is intricate, it is detailed, it is an object of creativity. I am fascinated by the linkage of muscle to bone and bone to cartilage, and nerve ending to nerve ending. Second the wrong. The body responds - and oh how it responds. We are people - we are individuals. We are masters and victims of our daily temples, and it is for them and against them that we live. We can feel touch. But, most stupefying of all, we can feel love.

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I love the moment when the power goes out in the middle of something that is of immense importance. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it is like a scream from the world. In the immediate isolation comes the realization that whatever it was that you were doing was not really that important. Not so important to call the power company and get angry with your power supplier for something that is likely beyond their control. And then you can step outside. Relax. Walk.

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I love the flickering of a candle. The way that it dances, and the world sways with it in complete awe of its form. I love to imagine that there are people out there who are like candles, and I know that I have seen them around me because they are the kind of people that you can't stop watching. Candles are deserving of our love.

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I love Christmas with my family. Every year there is a puzzle that must be tackled and a new board game to learn how to play. I love when the puzzle isn't finished at the end of the holiday so my mother and I must sit down together, in silence for hours, studying and placing pieces diligently. It is an act of passion and perfection. And those hours in silence are those moments when I love my mother most - all thanks to Christmas.

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I love the vast prairie. It is not mountains, and in contrasting them it tells me so much more about my existence than I have yet discovered. It is subtle in its changes. It requires tender alertness and awareness of everything that is seen, felt and inhaled. I love that about the prairies - the fresh air and the freedom to inhale. And the storms, which, simply because they are so grand, can only possibly be limited to the prairies of the world.

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I love the theory of music. I study it on my own. I take the pieces I am playing or singing, limiting myself to masterworks of many eras, and study intently how music is possible in some places but not others. I read texts on music theory. Not often, but often enough to keep me aware of what is taking place when I listen to a new piece. And it makes me admire composers so much more. I love music theory.