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He turned around and his expression was a study in wonder. He gestured to the world outside. “You know, life is really beautiful.”

I went over to the window, stood next to him. More light flooded the room, us, the yard.

“It is, isn’t it?”

“I’d forgotten how really wonderful life is.”

“Most mornings I come out here and take a few minutes to enjoy it.”

“You’re a smart girl.” He stared at me for a moment. “I was just thinking how much I’ve missed. I was always working.” He sighs. “Trying to make buildings perfect.” He glances out to the yard again. “But life doesn’t have to be perfect, does it?”

“Maybe our flaws are beautiful, too.” I think about this, hope it’s true, feel good that we’re talking. We both stare at the yard and, suddenly, it turns bright with sunlight.