The body, such a delicate anchor for the soul…
That form which Nature delights to frame at the urging of the Almighty:
Ensinew’d with power so complete
Sufficient to bear the crown elite
So soft, such lithe design made ready
by craftsman’s hands both worn and steady…
but marred by lines of tragedy
and ruled by fatal energy
The Replanted Writer 
mm hmm… had to get face of a stranger off the bookshelf and in front of my face again after reading this. 🙂
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In the eyes of a straaaangaaaaaer!
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