Beauty is not just
A person
A place
A thing
Nor is it a state of mind
It’s far more complex
Woven in and out
Of everything
Of every being
Sometimes: the thread of beauty
Has vivid patterns
Other times, subtle hues
It may compliment
The other colours in the cloth
In the form of an epiphany
Love
Even rage
Some only see it for an instant
Others a lifetime
But the cloak of beauty
Will sweep past us
At some point
And it is our job
To notice it
To embrace it
To be beautiful
If only for a moment.
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