I was holding in my hands the most beautiful present I had ever seen. It was wrapped tightly in gold paper that glimmered like the sun. The burgundy ribbon wrapped around both sides until it concluded into a perfectly symmetrical bow on top. This gift was beautiful in every way, and it was mine to enjoy.
There were other gifts around me, but they were not as lovely. They were dull, misshapen, irregular, and not nearly as alluring as the gift I was holding. Nevertheless, I found myself interested in those gifts. I kept looking at the odd angles and the crooked bows and the sloppy edges. I could only look at my gift for a while before my attention was brought back to the inferior gifts. …..
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