The beauty that we speak of. The one that does not fade with age and life. The one that grows deeper, within the skin and the mechanisms of the body. The beauty of being, the beauty of existence. The beauty of value and of all the mistakes it took to create that. The beauty of a story that one holds.
The one that does not depend on the proportions and maths of measurements.
The one that is beyond one’s control.♥️
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