Adjust the brightness and contrast of the light, with a magic wand you can select whatever you like, crop the pieces and merge it together, change the hue and remember the feather. . . blur the mistakes and sharpen the lines, burn the the corners and dodge the shadows, the things we do to minimize the imperfection, is a great reflection of what we see behind every mirror. . .
The Day before. . . I was in control then, swaying hips and gentle bends, flesh and blood, Oh! how they meld! Trust and Thrusts, Our swing and waltz, a forgery of tragedies written in our souls
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