What Is Beauty?

Beauty is simple, yet complex. There is beauty in everything but not everyone can see it. The way someone talks about something they love, their eyes light up and there is a smile on their face while talking. That is beauty. In a fast paced city, pavement covering a majority of it, a small flower poking up in the cracks. That is beauty. After flighting, screaming, and yelling, true love will always find its way to mend the pain. That is beauty. Beauty is life. 

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