There once lived a girl in a land far far away. She had long, black hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was beautiful and perfect in every sense.
No one could ever hate her... even those who tried to. No one could touch her... She could not be, in any way, flawed by another. No one dared to hurt her. Everyone smiled at the sight of her. She made everyone happy... Because she was perfect.
She had nothing and no one to fear.
She would sit in a meadow of wild flowers and lift her eyes up to the golden sun as God seemed to smile down upon his most perfect and beautiful creation since Jesus Christ. This angelic little girl who could do no wrong. The clouds would not dare to look grey in her sight and when it rained, she was shielded by the very Hand of God.
Even when she had everything for doing nothing other than existing, no one envied her. No one could be jealous. No one coveted her fortunes and blessings but rather bestowed, upon her, more and more.
When she ultimately died, peacefully and gently in her sleep one night, the angels mourned. The earth began to bleed through the cracks that had begun to form and the heavens rolled back and unleashed its shameless tears. Her body was burnt and her ashes scattered while her soul remained to show itself through others so that the world may still see her perfection even if just for a moment. Her permanent likeness however, remained perfectly elusive.
She remained far far away.
--J.
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