| The hibiscus flower on her thigh inspired me, and compelled me to be silent. I couldn't move, nor could I smile at the discovery of so beautiful a moving art form! I am not a Christopher Columbus. I didn't discover anything. I saw. My open eyes discovered what beautifully existed in a form I could understand as an admittance from her about the beautiful essence she came from. I knew others had sensed the scent of it all, but there was to be but a few to fathom what the essence was beyond the appearance of the beautiful thigh, the hibiscus flower, the red color, her countenance, and the tan of so slim a body off limits to touch. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.26.13 |
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