An Odd Boy : You can't accidentally drink reindeer urine

I have always found ladies splendid. They’re magical beings like unicorns, albatrosses, owls, or flying fish. They hit the surface of reality like whales surging up from a hundred fathoms. They’re suddenly there—sparkling like the very Christmas tree at the end of time—all decked out with every delight you could ever imagine. Ladies—in my life—have been Art. Not in the demeaning sense of objectified images without personality – but as radiant presences who reside in the space of my life.

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