“She was pressing her brown, sun-tanned face to the bars and smiling as hard as she could. I thought she was looking very pretty, but somehow couldn’t bring myself to tell her so.” Stranger
Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. The Prophet
I cannot pretend to feel impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns. Never Give In!
Being is unrecognizable unless it manages to seem, and seeming is feeble unless it manages to be. Gorgias
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