I was not beautiful. Too sharply did the features of my face intermingle, strong eyebrows jutting over a too pale face.
But the more I saw of this strange and magnificent world, the more beautiful I became. Every sun setting over peaceful lakes at home and abroad, among strange company and familiar, added to my essence.
The cliffs and the rivers and the sun screaming its multi-colored cry above me imbued itself in my eyes.
The world's beauty filled mine and I grew light with the burden of such joy.