What you see is not me.
The pitch of my voice does not reflect my thoughts.
The disarray of hair above my eyes is not the landscape I see.
The color of my eyes does not determine the passion in my soul.
And the inches of my waist does not measure the love in my heart.
What I see is not you.
I really like this, and I feel like you are just beginning. Maybe you aren't, but I feel like you could go very far with this idea. I like your (deep) thoughts Jenny Zink!
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