Paint a scene: one inch wide, one inch tall, one inch deep. What do you see? A smile. Sad, or pherhaps whistful. Dark lips, slightly surved in the right hand corner. Looks like there may have been lipstick, but it is faded now. Worn away. By a kiss? Tears, the salty breeze of the sea? Or maybe just time. What does it mean, then, this
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