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I believe in bubbles their ability to heal the miracle of their spherical iridescent appeal I believe for I have seen a baby's eyes light up in wonder as I dip the wand into the cup and gently blow a bubble to float upon the air he laughs reaching for it; it really isn't there I've been enchanted by his joyful squealed delight as bubbles fill his space with swirling orbs of light It takes baby eyes to see beyond surrounding troubles and marvel at small miracles like babies, flowers and bubbles. |
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Updated February 27, 2002
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