Broad, brave strokes. Intricate and delicate patterns.

Tartan and Lace.

I have my preferences. You have yours. And our preferences are the mixing pot of life. They lead us to making love and waging war. And everything in between.

Words can’t do this justice. They always dilute the experience. But we are who we are. And accepting that of ourselves and in others, might just lead to more love and less war.


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