Wartime lipstick is necessarily cobbled together from whatever tailings and gristle were left over once all the good stuff was use to grease propeller shafts. A florid and cloying scent is needed to conceal its unspeakable mineral and animal origins.  It is the smell of War.

Dr. Cross, please come! Please! Dr. Cross" the loud shouts continued. I didn't recognize the woman's voice, but privacy doesn't seem to count when your first name is Doctor.

Know your request let your heart tell of your seriousness

Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.

Written By Thich Nhat Hanh

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