her name floated through the ether like the embers of some holy blaze.
her face was like a work of art sculpted gratis by heaven itself.
every greatness I could hope to ever achieve waiting in every line, every fold, every exquisite blemish on her fragile cherubic visage.
she is now my greatest aspiration.
apropos, my transgression most vile is now mediocrity.
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