belle

When I think about the word beauty I think about water immediately. Or air. Or even fire. Or earth.There is no explanation for it, really. All the science cannot really, really know what the spirit cores of these elements are. Same with beauty. It morphs with each eye of each beholder, it flourishes in a million different ways. It is probably the most abstract of all the abstracts for me, beauty, just like love. It´s not measurable. Yet it is often stipulated as such or such or so…

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