There are people sometimes in my life who just strike me down with their beauty, even in the most fleeting glances... Braxton’s luscious long hair and gorgeous dark skin. I can’t imagine a more perfect little 7 year old Eugenides than he, hiding in the orange trees: * “He’d seen her in a pale dress dancing in the moonlight, pretending an entire troupe of dancers danced the harvest circle with her, her arms open to embrace the sisters and friends who only existed in her imagination, and he’d never seen anything so beautiful or so sad.” ~Megan Whalen Turner, QoA, p. 284 * It truly stirs the loneliness and longing and sense of desperate isolation in all of us. How we all, held rapt as the pages turn, see how He Saw Her in this moment. All that he Saw that in her, a girl about twice his age at the time. How often do (give or take) 7 year old boys read so deeply the innermost heartbreak of (give or take) 14 year old girls? Credit: https://www.facebook.com/AlaskaAndBraxtonsFanpage/ @artfrostedleaf @queenofattolia @shebsart @eddis-attolia-sounis
