There are few things, in place of examining, how plastic does a world become - when this same idea of it seems to have looked down on.
A world of glass slippers, if gone upon its retail value, might have surpassed the position of a Cinderella in waiting. Only once the slipper is traced back to its original owner, does the prince lay his head to rest.
I never thought, that mans self-image should resist the, same kind of conviction it would take to address. That shallow complexity of, an unopened door, to the next opportunity which awaits him.
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