I ran into a woman that I hadn’t seen in five years.
When I had last seen her, her skin was that perfect smooth honey color.
Her hair was the color of the sun and it moved when she turned her head with that strange fluid motion that only perfect hair on a woman can do.
That golden hair, in so short a time, had faded to that awful yellow that so many women pass for blonde, but looks like rancid butter.
He skin was not so much milky white as it was pallid grey.
Her face that used to carry a delightful smile, now looks sour.
I believe she has become a lawyer.
The gods are cruel indeed.
