He was a sad man. A man of many faults, cracks. We knew this. We all knew this. But watching him now, watching those furtive first steps, the genesis of our rapture, we mourn him. He is still beautiful. He was beautiful once. He is frozen in his beauty: a snapshot, a shockwave, a reflective disc. We know this. We forgive him because he is beautiful
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