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^[[ Ans 8/26/24 ]]
[[stamped]] AUG 11 1924 [[/stamped]]

Respectfully submitted for Prize Contest.

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A child of imperfection, being both deaf and dumb from infancy, I have lived a life of endless silence wherein all things act and move but never utter sound. Because I only see where others hear and speak I can judge life and people only by appearances.  Being imperfect, I have spent my life in quest of perfection.  I have searched for it in human things - in faces, in actions.  But I have not found it, only hardness and hate and lust.

They brought me seeds - tiny atoms that I sowed and watched become great glorious orbs of color, gold and crimson asters in a stately row.

Seeds - smooth and white that sent out vines to yield great juicy melons.

Seeds - lifeless things - that took the rain and sunshine and turn them into perfume or fruit or vegetables for mans every need.