The Blemish

Along the dark rim of the pit I am peering into there is a tiny blemish...
A crack or chip or perhaps a nibble from an entity beyond my vision...
But it is there peering up at my head...
And upon my chin it sees a tiny blemish...
It thinks to itself, “ bruise, a scratch or perhaps a stray hair even, but there it is peering down at me...”
And I laugh at the thought of this little blemish seeing my little blemish
and I wonder which blemish would be more difficult to be rid of...
The blemish on the mug of hot chamomile tea, or the blemish on my chin?
Of course I could throw away the mug and be rid of the blemish but it is my favorite mug,
a beautiful violet mug with dancing gardenias all around it...
But to be rid of the bruise on my chin hmmmm...
Oh well I think I may just settle with both blemishes and enjoy them as they are.
Perhaps one day someone will feel the same towards me....

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