Cellulite and Silk
Every work of art has a bit of cellulite.
The perspective is off:
a comma misplaced
a disjointed ending to a play
a cracked pirouette
an unexploded ordinance
Every masterpiece has imperfection.
Observe everything from a distance.
Then flaws turn into perfection...
Cellulite becomes rippled silky deception.
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