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Small People

Small people live life in a small way. They see flaw at the turn of a hip despite the beauty in the line from shoulder to ankle. They see the tiniest chip in a sidewalk despite the vast vista of a grand piazza at the seat of a mountain. They find the drizzle to mar a sunset; the speck of dust in a pristine white museum.

Small people, they find, always, a place and a space for alteration for the absence of that terrifies them – they are terrified of the big and glorious and the messy things. They are terrified of the stupendous whole – of the world even…

For they are terrified that imperfection is not merely good enough but that it is more than good enough which would mean that all of their nitpicking and tiny adjustments are and were for naught; that they have wasted time. And that is a truth they cannot bear.

So small people, for their own sake, must stay small.

Be bigger for now you know better.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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