Worn out today from lifting weights, packing glass,
lugging china plates from one house to the other
for Easter dinner, I logged on to Radish King
and was immediately reminded, when I read
the following passage, of all that is right with the world:
It isn't the face itself, the body itself, but how the body responds to another that makes it beautiful. This is the secret it takes so long to learn.
Thank you, Rebecca.