“She dove, plunging fully beneath the surface and came up again in tears. Rivulets ran from her face, and the sun ignited them each, transforming them, even amid her sorrow, into gilded runnels set with a diamond shine.” GriefBeautyTearsSorrowSwimmingBeauty In SufferingBeauty In Sorrow Book:Fiddler's Green Source: Fiddler's Green