Nothing is Perfect. If you look up close to a painting by an old master, you can see the cracks spread crazily across the surface. This is life. Nothing ever created is perfect in it`s entirety; the greatest work of art, the most beautiful woman, or the blazing sun in the heavens, all have splintered […]
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