ESSAY 2

ESSAY 2 - Meredith Martinuzzi October 14, 2010 On Beauty...

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Meredith Martinuzzi October 14, 2010 On Beauty Hope I remember my first look at my cousin Hope. She was eight months old and wrapped in a pink blanket. She seemed so comfortable and at peace, which made me feel warm inside. Not even two feet tall, she weighed no more than a ripe watermelon. She spoke, but in a language only she understood. With her arms and legs covered, only her face was visible. She had puffy cheeks, a reddish nose, big blue eyes and a dollop of brown hair. She was beautiful. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Beautiful to look at in that her skin was flawless, her eyes were clear and bright and her features were unspoiled by age. I could look at her face all day and never get bored. Her beauty was also displayed in her purity and innocence. Quick to laugh, she was delighted by the simplest things: the sparkle of a jewel or the sight of a smile. Just about anything would make her giggle. She was full of life and made me feel so alive and youthful as well. She was also a living
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