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“The scene was dreamy, surreal, and picturesquely still, exhibiting the kind of beauty that is subtle and not calling for attention, but nonetheless there for anyone who is present enough to see it.”

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In Search for Meaning

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“I was in the prime of my time as the maiden, the magic of the middle – not yet the mother and far from the crone. My supple, small breasts were not yet deflated from years of nursing sweet babies. My strong, smooth stomach hadn’t expanded in the mysterious, magical way it would, to grow another human. My skin was yet to be speckled in white spots, ravaged by too many summers. As the years passed, my looks would fade, the lines around my eyes would grow deeper, and I would become a different kind of beautiful.”

“Why do you keep Dead Roses? He asked. "I cherish Dead Roses as they live between the pages of my books. I believe, A fresh Rose is loved for its beauty but the dead one is beyond beauty. A fresh Rose is smelled for its scent but a dead one-- for the memories. A fresh Rose gives the feel of softness but a dead one gives the feel of past. A fresh Rose lives for days but a dead one-- FOREVER." She replied.”

“Beauty, she realised as her heart hammered, was not social or subjective. True beauty was catastrophic, irresistible as the rushing tides, crashing over and through all feeble attempts to say what was fair and what was not. Like the woodland vista that made the breath catch and the spirit soar, beauty was an irresistible force of nature, and to try to tell which particular branch – which particular leaf – was most appealing was to miss the forest for the trees. No single thing she saw in Lady Ceistyl was more beautiful than any other. Nor could the fey be reduced to separate features, complimented on any one part. And even were Elly to try, no words were rich enough, no paint held hues that could capture the colour Lady Ceistyl brought with her as she appeared beside the watching wolf atop the fallen log.”