The most extraordinary thing about her was not the shine of her hair or even the outlandish style in which she chose to dress. Almost from the first, I could tell that what made her extraordinary came from her heart, a place where love and hope lingered, shadowed by the loneliness of a life lived in retrospection. Not every word she spoke was clouded by a desire to do good, but her voice was tinged with spirit, and though she did not often smile with her eyes, I could see in her face the work of the LORD, perfect and pure. She reminded me of something once good that had been lost too long to be quite the same, but which had somehow learned the secret of growth: becoming anew after it had been found.
I was enchanted, not by her, but by the hope she inspired within me.
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