Music. Words. Actions. Poems. 
Oh so often do we forget that true beauty isn't material. Neither is happiness. You can't touch it.
Too often do we forget to listen, to look around ourselves.
Take a look. What do you see? Do you hear?

What about the people? Can you feel them?
Magic words. Thank you! I'm sorry.

Betrayal is such a vigorous word. 

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