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Nov 2016
All around the world lie museums holding beholding artwork upon viewers' eyes.
All filled with valuable things. Famous artwork. Exquisite canvases. Attracting thousands to view such rare objects.
But none such rare objects can compare to her. No finely done statue or column can compare to her meticulous beauty. With a single smile she can best the joyful glow of every piece. Even when sick no illustration can capture her dazzling appearance. She's artfully angelic. A rose among weeds. A sculpture in a museum. A godly painting adorning a bare wall. And, yet, she is so much more.
Astra Zenneth
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