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The facade of beauty


Ursula watched her nape in the giant mirrors, one overseeing the other. She was fond of her nape, the ubiquities of hair suddenly pausing at the nape, not prepared to spoil the smoothness ahead, curled back upwards. The beginning of her nape marked a point of deference, attracted reverence and the hair flew backwards like waves on the shore. Less intense, thin and listless loose ends of short hair fell on her nape beautifying it beyond the limits of ecstasy. She bent her head forwards, brushed her hair upwards from over her nape, it was the skin in its prime, and nothing could come close to it. Her long neck embellished the nape; air from the fan pushed the short hair over the nape to fly over it, titillating her nape, brushing it, caressing it, and loving it. Her spine running upwards submitted before the beauty, it could not proceed any further, the rugged and crude bony frame prostrated before the queen of the structure, and the queen blushed, accepted the affirmation, and let the frame behold the queen, to carry her like a beacon on a ship. The egregious bony frame carried the queen above with a vibrant charm that over flew from the queen's heart to fill spirit into the insides of the hollow bones, to engulf the outsides with drapes of smoothness that added virtue to the efforts taken.

Ursula twitched for a moment, it was the cold air. She turned the fan off, something very profound had happened to her at that moment, the thought was still afloat on the surface, not really elusive, but her memory clippers were just not gripping it firmly. Then suddenly, she recollected and the thought was so quick that she, for a moment doubted if the spinal cord had somehow held on to the beautiful thought itself, thought wise in holding on to it, and relay it back when she implored voraciously, cried in despair for the benumbing thought to feed itself prey to the memory clippers.

It was at that moment, when she twitched in cold, her spine jerked, it was imperceptible, funny she thought, how the flexible frame withstood the unprecedented event, not letting the ripples of involuntary reaction disturb the queen's posture, how the frame took it hard on itself, swallowed the jerks honing the queen's stature.

The hair above her nape crowned the smothering beauty below; her hair epitomized the nape, embellished it, and at times obscured the impending beauty! But, who could obscure the invading sunlight? Who could obscure the precipitating darkness? Her nape's beauty kissed the hair over it, as the radiations flew outwards through the hair, striking an eye ball here, an eye ball there, and all eye balls rose in honor, stood in attention, summoned by the pervasive beauty before them.

Her face looked the other way, palpitating with jealousy, had been looking away from the facade of beauty for a long time now, so long that she forgot if her face ever faced the facade of elegance, the facade of burgeoning attraction.

Now as she gaped at the piercing beauty, she thought, her face was but a bait of quasi attractions. Face intoned to the nape; all the while 'go on! I will watch your back', face misled the subversive, mean and overt glances, protected the queen's back. It was never necessary to protect the front, for the pervasive beauty arrested motion before it.

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