Cookie Cutters
Why do we long to conform to a defined ideal?
And why is that ideal so stagnant and predictable?
The patchwork quilt holds many more stories than the plain sheet
And yet a celebrity will die trying to maintain an image
How do we truly treasure the creative, entertaining snags that only visit on rare occasions?
Let’s bend the cookie cutters a bit.
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