You might receive answers to your letters... the two sides of this correspondence, your love for this world and the world loved, would merge on them.
Elegance is a forest makeover with dirt on my face and pine needles in my hair. My blush is the flush of the sun on my cheeks. My lipstick the drip stains of wild berries. My eye shadow the dirt that clings to the tears I press face down, hoping to quench this drought-thirsty soil from the rain ...