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Being careful about what you write, you never get a second chance to represent yourself as a saint.

Friday, July 20, 2012

A teacher I greatly respected wrote this poem in my friendship book when I was eight. 
Her name was Miss Sayer and she was beautiful, like an angel with dark curly hair and kind green eyes.
I have never forgotten her words.

You tell on yourself by the way you walk
By the things on which you delight to talk
By the manner in which you bear defeat
By so simple a thing as how you eat.


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