Once knew a woman to whom I presented picture, a hyper-real image, of Pinnacle Peak. Another aspect from this one. Done so in good will, she ignored the gesture and preferred intriguing counter what might be termed the best of all possible worlds.
Felt matter thoroughly; thinking through shined on indubitably. Knee slapping memory. Yet still some residual regret. Why set oneself up for disappointment? Who knew?
"Amidst these dreams,
allow yourself the luxury of truth.
Those who speak do not know,
those who don't know too much."
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