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not happy, but, Dante was not happy, either.
    I wonder if you think he was.
    As for me, I know Time is going by. So now, it’s time for me to go somewhere else. I’ve got to go; Time is passing by.

The Eye of the Beholder
    The longer I live the more I can see how people, the world, will never have things right. They label everything so they can remember what they think. Right—wrong, black—white, too big—too little, pretty—ugly, and on and on.
    I know they are trying to map their way to some satisfactory end, but if the labels are wrong, the map will be wrong. A person may not reach their destination. Or, usually, they confuse someone else.
    And, that is the point.
    Do you know, strange as it may seem, everybody on this earth looks good to somebody? But a person who goes by this world’s lying rules can suffer a lot of pain in their life. Unnecessary pain and confusion in the heart of their soul.
    Tell you what I mean. There was a good-sized family, the Kneeds, who lived in a rented house close to me. The last child born in that family was a girl named Lily Bea. Lily Bea came to be a friend of mine. I was older, but what difference does that make. The mother, Sorty Kneed, was, or had been, a good-looking woman, and all that got her was a husband she played around on, and four or five kids was all I could see she got out of it. All her children were assorted pretty, cute, and handsome, if you see what I mean. When Lily Bea was born to Sorty, she was not a “pretty” baby. No, she wasn’t.
    Even her own family made fun of Lily Bea. As she grew, she turned out to be really sweet, a nice child, but she remained “uncomely,” as they say in the Bible. She was teased and talked about enough to know she was different. She knew she was not cute or pretty like her sisters or her peers anywhere, neighborhood, church, or school. But her sweetness and manners made her an attractive child to me. I don’t know why those people, her own family, didn’t seem to like that child.
    Now, she wasn’t the kind of ugly that made other people always laugh at her. But just ugly enough, to her, for her to try to make herself invisible when others stared a few extra moments. Her mother made her think ugly was also dumb. So Lily’s thoughts were a mixture of light and dark. Outdoors, around people, her thoughts were dark.
    She always placed herself in the back of any crowd, the back of any room, the back of everything, behind all eyes that should be looking the other way. She grew up a very serious young woman, very quiet. She spoke only when she was spoken to. That’s a shame because she had a voice lovely to hear. A sweet, tender sound made words she spoke into a soft melody.
    They told her she was built funny, too. Square. And said her face was too long, her eyes too small. But her eyes were not too wide apart or too close together, they were just not set evenly in her face. One eye, you could hardly notice it, was set just a little higher than the other.
    Her mouth was not small, it had substance. The lower lip was full, the upper lip was thin. It just seemed nothing matched. Her teeth stuck out a bit, but not much, and they were even teeth and flashing white. Clean. But they teased her anyway, adding to her shame of what wasn’t really anything; or something almost everybody has.
    Her nose was not huge, but it was too big for her face. Her skin was a chestnut brown. All the girls in her family had a bumpy skin condition and Lily Bea’s was worst of all. I told her just keep keeping it clean, see what time and Mother Nature would do. But she wouldn’t have ever put any makeup on anyway. Call attention to her face!? No, Lord. She just kept it clean and used Vaseline on it till they called her “greasy-face.” Then she only used the Vaseline at night.
    She had a head of thick, brown hair because her mother made her keep it braided. Her arms and legs were round and slim. They called them skinny. Her hands were narrow with long