Ophthalmologically

There are folks who seem to wait for the next joy in discovering a debit and be one of the first to exclaim a hearty "How dare they" in unifying and gathering motions. Of course it's often genuine injustice and the causes are often well-considered, elaborate and sound. However, it seems in a self-nourishing way, that such a focus endures as its own instrument of myopia (when tended so closely).

I guess maybe it gets a bit harder to see good when looking for bad. But still it seems that posion ivy doesn't become a summer meadow in entirety, unless you consider it so.

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Even though I try

I can't remember your name -- because it's only written in learned circles -- yet if it were scribed on sun-soaked linen by soft morning fingers, then I'd know you well. This would be your scent, and memorably, also the essence of desire.