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stranger (five or six feet away): wow, you have some blue eyes, don't ya?
*nods* yes, ma'am.
stranger: bright as hell. beautiful.

Inspire me with love for my art and for thy creatures. In the sufferer let me see only the human being.

The days are too long, the nights are too short, the streetlights are too bright.

Somewhere between here and there and never.

I'm kind of afraid of being, you know, perpetually stuck in the middle.