The Veil
The veil woven lightly, square in delicate lines
precisely, shaping the black web softly covering
her lovely neck. A gaunt, perfectly sculpted face,
draped with the veil under her black wool hat. The
hat held the veil strictly in place as it inflamed the
emblem embroidered in gold, surrounding the topaz
gemstone centered on the hat. Growing tired she
held her cheeks with her hand just underneath
the veil, like an after-thought, or an odd moment
of insecurity. It wasn't just a hat and veil anymore,
it had become the perfect mask fashioning the
stranger whose hands she was so
unfamiliar with.
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