"There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy
concept."
Somethings are OK to be fuzzy. Maggie's tennis ball is one such love of hers. It's fitting that the photo of her with the fuzzy tennis ball should be fuzzy itself. The all mighty tennis ball has conceptual roots of fuzzy meaning for Maggie. All of this goes beyond my scope of reasoning. It's almost like a Zen kind of thing. I might understand, but not really. What? Maggie assures me that it's OK if I don't understand, because it's her world and she understands. Fuzzy is what fuzzy does. No sharper imaging needed.
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