Listening to a story told through the eyes of a miracle.
The smile that goes from east to west and the eyes that shine like the sun.
Hands on her face anytime she shows what she would call an impurity like as a little kid who made a joke but doesn't want to be seen.
The laugh that sounds like a melody to the ear that wants to hear and the joy that comes from it.
The silent sound of the observer as the people walk around.
The beauty everyone or only one sees and the naturalness of transparency.
A person that stays in her shell shows her beauty like a rainbow out of the mist.
