Of those few people who are even aware of Beauty’s existence, most waste their time trying to possess it. A beautiful girl on a scooter at dusk on the Avenue smiled at me tonight. Beauty is every moment a passing breeze bringing up the smell of wild white flowers from the river to share with the people who live at the top of the hill.
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