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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Curve 2


The weight of a petal has changed the face of the world and made it ours.
Above all this queen of Byzantium whose eyes reach so far above ultramarine,
so lovely fair that what seemed fair in all the world seemed now mean,


stood before me like a rainbow braided within some storm, more beautiful than Venus arising to the world
and scattering all round the iridescent fire of her blond loveliness.

Imagine a whipped cream dream with a nuclear-powered heart and blood of sunfire in her blue veins,

all her traits combined in a Raphaelesque harmony by the meeting of curves.

Thus was the clay made worthy once of the full animal perfection.

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