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Beyond the Bouquet: A Symphony of Love in Fifty Movements

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“Just how accurate is face reading? Since turning pro as a physiognomist in 1986, I have read faces like crazy. At the end of those readings, I ask for feedback about my accuracy. About 99 percent of the time the response is positive. This system is so easy to learn, students like you can have a high level of accuracy, too.”

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“When was the last time you looked in the mirror and thought, “Wow, I love every single thing about this face of mine”? This contemporary face reading system can help make that happen. More traditional systems? Not so much. Ancient face reading must have some value, or you wouldn’t find it today at places like Ginza, Japan’s deluxe shopping district. But mixed in with the good parts are some very outdated notions. With all respect to sages from the East who began reading faces around the time that other sages started jabbing each other with acupuncture needles, consider the historical context. Again, with all due respect, haven’t human beings evolved a bit over the last five thousand years?”

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“The Ascending Eagle by Stewart Stafford I shall not stray down spurious alleys, In pursuit of such desiccated husks, To be a leaf adrift in vacuous air, Bewildered on my windswept path. Past the labyrinth of rustling choices, Swirl fragments of doubt and error. Life's force is a finite magic spark, Some squander before they depart, When climbing into our grave pits, Twisted wreckage we leave behind. Yet, in regret's deepening shades, Lie orphans of our broken dreams. The eagle, in cerulean-skied flight, Took wing as a frightened chick, Victory plucked from disaster's beak, Trial and error are brick-tough fellows. Guided by shimmering thermals below, Soaring to its future beyond the horizon. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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