No subject

his _sight_.

> "My word," breathed Nattie. "My word." The timeless moment
> stretched. Then she said, "Come on, patroller. There isn't hardly
> nothing human in the wide green world could be as pretty as that."
> 
> "That's what I thought," said Dag. "You're seeing her ground as well
> as her face, you know. Seeing her as I do."

I read this as an homage to that old proverb, "Beauty is in the eye of
the beholder."

-- 
Scott Raun
sraun at fireopal.org