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There's something beautiful about simple things. A cup of tea, snow falling. The simplicity of seeing the truth in the first moment you see anything. Then there's the beauty of the complex. Swirling colors in a sunset, the plots and subplots of your favorite book, people who have been destroyed and yet live on with quiet strength.
Beyond the beauty of these is the potential of loving both. Of taking things however they come.
Because most have been broken. Most have scars that can't be discerned. All need to be seen, all need to be loved.
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