Elegance in its purest form and subtly in its most genuine raw presence. He was the epitome of grace and beauty, though he was rigid and cold as stone. He was brave and wise, much like the stag I was certain he shared shared a spirit with. His dark, black hair shared the color of a ravens glossy wing, and his emerald eyes reflected the pine trees upon which this humble bird perches. His lips were the color of the morning sky; pink, pastel and soft and inviting. He was the definition of natural beauty in all ways that are humanly possible.
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RandomI wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking, making space for the entrance of men into their lives, not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave. I have been taught accommodation. - Shrinking Women | Lily Myers || poetry and small stories...
