Perfection? What of it?
Perfection is elusive, illusive.
Perfection is the province of nature and God.
Perfection is for sunsets and rainbows and the autumn foliage.
Women and men have no use for flawlessness.
Leave perfection to the Earth and sky, and leave us humans to be with our magnificent defects.
We will scale mountains and write symphonies, using nothing but our flaws.
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