One accidental touch, the bud opened and from it burst fresh young petals, seeking the warmth of the sun.  And with me, an accidental touch of the makeup brush on my face served to open the flower of the role in the shining glow of the footlights.  This was a moment of great joy, that paid for all my former pangs of creation.  (MLIA)

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