The Other Edge of Beauty

Sculpted: Gentian blue eyes silk cheeks caressed by the soft hand of a god beyond a diamond flawlessly faceted. No jewel no flower no Renaissance Master could ever match her.</P><P>Blemished: Snot nose. Miss Prissy Princess. The boys like ugly little toads hopped around Snow White-but she was dirt black inside.</P><P>Snatched: Her rich parents smashed by a drunk who swatted them dead like flies. Orphaned the judge awarded her to an unknown grandmother who drove her away to the Wyoming Mountains.</P><P>Angered: The old woman looked like a witch. The child simmered and boiled and bolted away into the hands of an alligator elegant man-You have to take your clothes off.</P><P>Refreshed: That old mountain magic flowering in that young breast glowing in that wondering mind and stretching rock strength down the bones of those swelling young legs.</P><P>Transformed: A dream summer of beauty and wonder beauty burning within and glowing all outward enchanting like elven laughter uplifting like the rainbow breathtaking like the thunder and warming like the sunlight.</P><P>Wise: Gram never told me what the tree meant. She just said look. She just said learn. She just said beauty. She just said love.</P>