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have always felt that there is a world of ideal beauty, and between it and me hangs only a veil. Often that veil hangs motionless, until that beautiful moment when the wind blows and the curtain flutters aside. It is then that I catch a glimpse of the celestial world beyond - only a glimpse - but in that moment when all my physical senses seem to be turned off, my hair stands on end as a transcendent feeling flows through me, lifting me off the ground. It is those glimpses that elevate me in life and drive me to seek for the ideal.

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