Beauty is quiet, not loud. Beauty is uncertainty amongst certainty, and certainty in uncertainty. Beauty is the opposite. It is the powerful relinquishing control. It is loveliness among the selfish shouts.
Beauty is offering, it is so generous. Beauty provides in secret. It is slow and old. It is significant in it's insignificance. Beauty is seen and unseen. Beauty is the truth of longing in a song. It sees your mistakes and your deep pain, and holds your hand. Beauty loves you even when you are grumpy.
Beauty is being able to hold a feverish child and be trusted. Beauty is an extra empty chair on the front porch. It is a kitchen collander with three generations of use.
Beauty is one hundred playful pelicans spiraling upward in the air. It is the friendly flash of a dolphin and the comfort of a butterfly on a lonely day. Beauty is whispered in the morning sun. Beauty is the kiss on the neck by a loving husband. It is the seabreeze.
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