She walks in beauty
July 14th 2009 08:14
You've been standing outside her window for three days and two nights now. It's Day 3 and you still haven't had a glimpse of her.
The locals say her beauty is ethereal. some say she has flowing blonde hair and the bluest of eyes. Some say her hair is as dark as midnight and her eyes piercing violets. You don't know who to believe. But your gut tells you the most beautiful woman you will ever see lives in this house.
Nobody has dared knock on her door. Nobody has dared throw a pebble at her window. But again, the locals say, she draws her curtains open only one day of the year and looks out into the village.
That day is today. Noon is nearing. You brace yourself.
A silhouette appears by the window. You and the rest of the villagers gaze into the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. You wait.
Who is the lady they are waiting for? What does she look like? Why do these villagers anticipate her yearly reveal? Tell us the villagers' story. Tell us the lady's story.
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Image credit: mgraeff
The locals say her beauty is ethereal. some say she has flowing blonde hair and the bluest of eyes. Some say her hair is as dark as midnight and her eyes piercing violets. You don't know who to believe. But your gut tells you the most beautiful woman you will ever see lives in this house.
Nobody has dared knock on her door. Nobody has dared throw a pebble at her window. But again, the locals say, she draws her curtains open only one day of the year and looks out into the village.
That day is today. Noon is nearing. You brace yourself.
A silhouette appears by the window. You and the rest of the villagers gaze into the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. You wait.
Who is the lady they are waiting for? What does she look like? Why do these villagers anticipate her yearly reveal? Tell us the villagers' story. Tell us the lady's story.
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Image credit: mgraeff
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