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beauty, who was born anew every hundred years, sat in a sort of outdoor waiting-room through which blew gusts of white wind and occasionally a breathless hurried star. the stars winked at her intimately as they went by and the winds made a soft incessant flurry in her hair. she was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one--the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. she was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. in this outdoor waiting-room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.
f. scott fitzgerald
