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id: 27683
title: The World I Live In
author: Keller, Helen
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  In all my experiences and thoughts I am conscious of a hand. moves me, whatever thrills me, is as a hand that touches me in the dark, The hand I know in life has tell you in physical terms how a hand feels, you would be no wiser for magic touch of well-being was in the hand of a dear friend of mine who Think how man has regarded the world in terms of the hand. The touch of the hand is in every chapter of the Bible. Through the sense of touch I know the faces of friends, the illimitable not sure whether touch or smell tells me the most about the world. "world of reality and beauty which the eye perceives." There are people night of blindness, with sense and feeling and mind, than to be thus waking life and the world of dreams because before I was taught, I lived


id: 2397
author: Keller, Helen
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  One day, Miss Sullivan tells me, I pinned the word girl on my pinafore Miss Canby herself wrote kindly, "Some day you will write a great story Helen will write little blind girls a letter Helen and teacher will come to see little blind girls Helen and teacher will go in Helen can read and count and spell and write like blind girls letter from your dear little friend Helen. Like a good many of Helen Keller''s early letters, this to her I am going to write you a little letter this beautiful morning Deaf, where Miss Sullivan read a paper on Helen Keller''s The other day Helen came across the word grandfather in a little story I have been asked a great many times whether I think Helen will ever long time ago" to a little girl like Helen; we therefore have reason to

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  The Story of My Life With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy


id: 12093
title: The Song of the Stone Wall
author: Keller, Helen
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  When I began �The Song of the Stone Wall,� Dr. Edward Everett Hale he would like it; for he loved the old walls and the traditions that As I tried to image the men who had built the walls long ago, it The wall is builded of field-stones great and small, Wrought into these walls of rugged stone. Of the stern men who built the wall in early olden days. Valorous days when life was lusty and the land was new. I take the top stone of the wall in my hands And beheld the walls that are not built of stone, And beyond the radiant walls of living stones Are mingled in the spring song of the walls. Hark to the songs that go singing like the wind The walls sing the song of wild bird, the hoof-beat of deer, Sing, walls, in lightning words that shall cause the world to


