Posted January 18, 2013
Beauty. Always beauty.
Lying on a warm summer day in the shade of a tree, your head in the lap of a beautiful woman with long, golden hair, dressed in a flowing white gown, reading poetry to you.
or
Sitting in the grass of a wide forest clearing, during a brightly moonlit night, watching the same woman, in the same dress, dancing barefooted to some mysterious, ethereal music.
Lying on a warm summer day in the shade of a tree, your head in the lap of a beautiful woman with long, golden hair, dressed in a flowing white gown, reading poetry to you.
or
Sitting in the grass of a wide forest clearing, during a brightly moonlit night, watching the same woman, in the same dress, dancing barefooted to some mysterious, ethereal music.