Imperfections, in the absence of love - discord, marred harmony.
Imperfections, in the presence of love - perfection.
Today, and all days, I wish you the power to see imperfections as they should be seen - proof of man's handicraft; effort wherein none could have existed, but did.
May we acknowledge the potency of all imperfections - but still, search for our own visions of elusive perfection.
Who is the world to tell you that nobody is perfect?
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