I Did A Complete Rewrite Of 650

... She Knew In Her Heart That To Be Without Optimism, That Core Of Reasonless Hope In The Spirit Rather Than The Brain, Was A Fatal Flaw, The Seed Of Death.

Your Own Gown Is Most Delicately Suitable, Both To The Occasion And To Yourself,' To Be Translated: Your Gown Is Insipid And Entirely Forgettable. If You Wear It On Every Other Occasion This Entire Season, No One Will Notice Or Care.

The Mountains Are So Beautiful They Make Me Ache Inside Because The Moment I Look Away I Know I Shall Need To See Them Again. And I Cannot Spend The Rest Of My Life Standing On The Spot Starting At Shifting Sunlight And Mist And Shadows Across The Sea.

I Wonder How Often In The Past I May Have Missed The Good In People Because I Pre-judged, Based On The Differences?

Some Kinds Of Beauty Did Not Heal, But Hollowed The Pain Even Deeper.