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| Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence. In your most frail gestures are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too near. Your slighest look easily will unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers. You open always petal by petal myself as spring opens her first rose. Or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending. Nothing in this world can equal the power of your intense fragility, whose texture compels me with the colours of it's countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing. I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens, only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses, nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands. e.e. cummings~ though this was written quite some time before Halle was born, I'm confident the last line was written about her. Adam |
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| Halle Morgan Phillips Halle Morgan Phillips was born at 1:55 am, November 9th, 2001, at Munson Hospital in Traverse City, Michigan. She is the daughter of Jessica Malicke and Don Phillips. This is her webpage. |
| This is a photo of Halle with her mother, Jessica. |
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| Halle with her father, Don. |
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| And of course a photo of Halle with her Uncle Adam. |
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