Beautiful

She was walking North as I walked South. I saw her for only a few moments. She was, objectively, plain. An unremarkable face, not blessed with much of a figure.

But she had a spring in her step. Her hair flowed in the light breeze and bounced a bit from her cheerful gait. An expression of gentle happiness was amplified by her smiling eyes.

She was beautiful.

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