No Woman Is An Image


The serenity of thoughtfulness.
The passion of anger.
The wild surrender of laughter.
The frenzied dance of excitement.
The forced stillness of tears.
The cascade of sobs.
The warm glow of kindness.
The innocence of curiosity.
The intensity of strength.
The dignity of age.
The slow intoxication of a smile.
A woman’s face is an ever-changing portrait of her soul.
No image can ever truly capture her beauty.
Beauty unfolds in time.
And it shines most brilliantly when it flows from within.

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