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I think I am a person of great emotion... not great intellect.
That is not to say that I think myself unintelligent.
Just more interested in the temperature in the room than in how the building is constructed.
More interested in feeling wet cheeks at the tender beauty of a flower
than in knowledge of it's genus or species.
YES! Give me that scent that tickles and delights.
If I had a choice... I think I would choose this.
Or, I suppose, it might be better to be equal of both.
I wonder if being a person of great intellect
without the fire of wild abandon burning in you is easier.
It seems in some way, yes, it would be.
But how would I know? I've never visited that particular garden.
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