I come from a long line of beautiful women. Although it is true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my eyes have seen these women and know that they are the epitome.
Some of these women I know, others of them I have never met outside of my imagination or in the pages of a book or magazine. With rich hues and spirits the color of the setting sun – I am entranced by each one.
I come from a long line of beautiful women who live the words that “life and death are in the power of the tongue”. From distant places they come to me whenever I am in need; I don’t even have to ask or plead. If I am feeling lonely , I feel their warmth, their love.
When I am going astray I hear their words of redirection and I can only reflect on the fact that I am glad someone prayed for me.
My mind, my body, my soul, are wrapped in the comfort of these beautiful women. I come from a long line of beautiful women but I realize that I must stay on the journey that makes me a part of their legacy – their empire …
… a beautiful woman.
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