To all that I’ve seen. It is not in this eye to judge, for to judge is to belittle. This small blue eye is only a glimpse. What it hides is even hidden by its beholder. The colors of the world seem vibrant and broad. The people so filled with life. The problems in this world overlooked. This eye watches, this eye gazes, this eye wanders. To the eye of the beholder all is well.

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