
People are art. Their skin a soft canvas of creases and bumps and stretch marks you’ve never felt, each telling their own story. Their freckled stained eyes, a constellation the skies could only dream of creating. And all of their movements, even the slightest ones, like a taking a breath of air suddenly become poetic.
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