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I’ve been trying to escape something I said when I was young and stupid: “There is nothing more beautiful than a beautiful woman,” back when I used to think about beauty.

We spend our whole day preparing for the following.  I feel like I got bored of that curiosity and decided to just “know life” and then… I came alive.  Things are beautiful to me again.  I can’t be myself without explain that I am a feminist, ever.  This is my hegelian dialectical…for the time being.

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