Elegance

Every deep brunette hair that kisses the deep of her neck smells of fresh Lavender extracted from the leaves grown in the perfect and not-so-distant Elsewhere. The perfect and not-so-distant Elsewhere; that must be her home. Growing up there, she learned from the pristine best. She was trained by Angels, who walked with her every book-balancing step for countless, Never-giving-up hours and made sure that she was balanced in every way Conceivable. And behold, as I hold the nourishing fruit of their labors, Emanating with a love that radiates over-the-hill-into-the-blue-sky sunshine.