but the grains of sand and pebbles that most of us ignore"
The hum of my brain, the curve of my torso, the spark of my wit, the depth of my heart. Size is no measure for such a work of art".
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| " Tis not the mountain that make destiny, but the grains of sand and pebbles that most of us ignore" |
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| "I am the sum of my parts and infinately more so. The hum of my brain, the curve of my torso, the spark of my wit, the depth of my heart. Size is no measure for such a work of art". |
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