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almost thirty. "Look at those eyes," breathed Dean.
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They were like the eyes of the Virgin Mother when she was a child.
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We saw in them the tender and forgiving gaze of Jesus
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and they stared unflinching into ours.
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We rubbed our nervous blue eyes and looked again.
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Still they penetrated us with sorrowful and hypnotic gleam.
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When they talked they suddenly became frantic and almost silly.
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In their silence they were themselves.
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"They"ve only recently learned to sell these crystals
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since the highway was built about ten years back.
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Up until that time this entire nation must have been silent."
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That's Dean.