It’s the kind of beauty that men hope to stumble upon. It’s the kind that people talk about. The kind that only some see for themselves while others are left only to imagine. It’s the kind you’d revisit day after day, because it’s the kind of beauty you miss when it’s gone, he said. And she said, yes, it’s something grand isn't it? To think they didn’t even know the wonder they were missing, and then all of a sudden...they find this. And he looked at her, and her evergreen eyes, and swept her sable hair past the ridge of her collarbone. Yes, it’s something from a dream, he said.