They were a people who celebrated pain- or rather, the victory over it. Scars were not to be hidden. They were painted over, exaggerated- made public. When a girl lost her voice to the bad season, she was to paint her lips as if shut forever, even when her lovely words and husky voice returned. Her once seeing eye would be branded with a long touch of the brown from the tree, even though the actual scar has shrunk and puckered white with age.
Every scratch, every blemish, every dark day- they wear them, as if to say- these are what I conquer. This is every bad thing that has ever happened to me, and if you can bear to look me in the eye past all of these things, I can count you among my friends.
Found this in the collection of pictures, and that red eye just CALLED to me. Boy do I love happy accidents. Time
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