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A kind of beauty..

The kind that does not care for the beholder, that is not even aware of being seen.



It is perfect, just by being what it is.






It is not gentle, or loving, or anything else we want it to be.








It is harsh and brutal.

In this too is its beauty.







It does not depend upon us. It does not even know we exist.





It is what we depend upon. It is why we exist.



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