Yesterday while walking to class at Snow College, I looked around and I didn't really care for anyone but then I saw a person whose story I have known for some time. That person was the only person I seemed to care about. Imagine if INSTEAD OF LOOKING AT PEOPLE, WE STARTED LOOKING AT THE STORIES THEY HAD TO TELL.
How would we feel towards them?
What kind of beauty is contained in their souls?
Be-You-tiful!
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