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What's in a picture? Well, in I cherish there is more joy and peace and love than any mere mortal like me should ever know. I am speaking of is the imperfect image of the one I love. She is one of such exceedingly great beauty that it cannot be captured on an ....

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.... of fantasizing that you perfected in your youth, where she is an innocent passive party to your feasts of imagination. Then, the final straw is when the fantasy becomes reality. And as your Love and her lover scale those endless heights, sadly, you, with tear-misted eyes are left far below, alone, with that wilted imperfect image clutched in your hands. The one I love has always, well, I suppose the term is "humored" me. I have nothing to offer her that would mean anything to her, except my love, an exceeding cheap commodity to those receiving it; and inhumanly expensive to those giving it. But she has been free with her gifts, too. She gave me ....