The marble was of the highest quality, yet the stone was flawed. A single rose-colored streak marred the milky white surface. The nobleman who purchased it flew into a rage, but the sculptor put a hand on his arm.
“It’s perfect,” he said.
“Can you not see the flaw?” his patron asked.
“Let me have this stone, and I will show you.”
The sculptor worked in seclusion late into the night. Finally, he unveiled the statue.
It was of a beautiful woman, with a single mark on her neck, as though from a lover’s kiss.
“It’s perfect,” the nobleman agreed.

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