That which is perceived, subjected to self-chosen seriousness, forms the expression of the mind. Every concealment is integrated into life's deed, the action unadorned. When the rational heart weeps, grief allows itself the courage of confession, daring in the hour of time. That world's glimpse of smiles catches, in moments of joy won. The beauty of the spirit is found in the image of the stranger, interweaving the brilliance of the stranger. The place of retreat harbours only safety.
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