A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it. Facts are many, but the truth is one. Age considers; youth ventures. Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it. By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, ...

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