We start out in identical perfection: bright, reflective, full of sun. The accident of our lives bruises us into dirty individuality. We meet with grief. Our character dulls and tarnishes. We meet with guilt. We know, we know: the price of living is corruption. There isn’t as much light as there once was. In the grave we lapse back into undifferentiated sameness ✨ Gregory Maguire (2009). A Lion Among Men: Volume Three in The Wicked Years, p.8, Harper Collins

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