She speaks subtly, in the language of every creature. She is not forceful, and she does not hurry. She whispers of wisdom, and she echoes truth. She is not forever, but she is timeless. So close, and yet so untouchable. Perhaps that is how beauty is supposed to be - It is not about possession, but about appreciation.
Somewhere in the darkness of the night, I found myself.
Men, power and politics. Still one of my favourite pictures from WWII. | “We think they see all our flaws. But that is not what they are looking to find when they look to us.”