In a moment, anything can be perfect relative to anything else. Then the moment dies and the elses change...
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To everyone else, the world is full of junk, meaningless, empty, broken things. But to Nina, every shape, every colour, texture, smell, they all tell a story, they're all worth treasuring. I wouldn't wish what she has on anyone, but every now and then I get a glimpse of what she sees...