how we see the world determines whether or not we see its beauty
given half a chance and a small crack in a wall and beauty can win
to bloom in a place that is not well tended makes beauty more precious
beauty will find us but we will not notice if we are not awake
what we leave behind should be as beautiful as we can imagine
beauty is only revealed when we are open and vulnerable
we tend to look at those who are not wanted as less than beautiful
there is a beauty that can only exist when it looks like chaos
wouldn’t it be great if just for one moment we only saw beauty?
it’s almost as if nature cannot help herself; she must make beauty
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