She had grace in her heart and it was literal. She didn’t speak with mal intent and she loved so deeply she could be numb on command. She exuded zest and inhaled patience. She wasn’t perfect but she loved with no conditions. She was fearful and sometimes didn’t understand her own pain. However, she knew that what drove her mad made her beautiful. For that reason she knew that her flaws made her prodigious. She could never produce hate even when the world was against her.