[ she considers his question a moment in turn. beauty, like happiness, is something she has tried to define for herself many times before-- yet the word remains blurred at the edges in her mind, only slowly and gradually sharpened into something more real as she experiences the world around her. the concept is still vague, not quite carrying weight in her heart just yet.
finally, a simple admission: ]
I am unsure. I was not taught what should be seen as beautiful.
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finally, a simple admission: ]
I am unsure. I was not taught what should be seen as beautiful.