She had a calm beauty. As calm as only
those things which are secure enough of their own existence can be. As
calm as if it didn't have to convince anyone of anything. It simply was.
Her curly dark hair fell on her shoulders like a gentle flow of water
on the soil, her brown soft skin. And there, in this fertile place, one
could find it. Just like fruits, that come to existence on its own,
right, time, there it was: her beautiful smile.
