“There is a line the eye can follow into the circular form of the essence of a woman's beauty. If the travel comes to a dead stop, or moves along easily there is no law that says either path has to end. Beauty draws the eye into formlessness. Formlessness is within itself, and detached from form, but its very formlessness is a shape we perceive within the most beautiful parts of our women. The mystery of a woman is not shaped by the men who love, admire, or want them. It is a formless substance fashioned by the women who carry within their wombs a mystery designed to hold worlds together. That elusive quality comes from the stars and the Earth.” -Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
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