I show a young friend who fled from one of today’s battlegrounds a Greek statue.

We are working on gaining more knowledge of his and my culture.

He asks, somewhat dismayed, where the head and arms are.

I realize that I look with an artistic eye.

He sees with eyes that have seen more!

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