She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to the tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One ray the more, one shade the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
-- Lord Byron, (George Gordon)
from inside


Additionally,
I took out from the box
the warmth of your friendship,
the beauty of your giving spirit,
the glow of seeing your workmanship up close & personal,
a piece of your heart,
reflections of your smile!
And
I gave thought
to just what this treasure box
meant to me?
Passion
Power
Strength
Togetherness
Spirit
I was moved to add to the box,
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and,
and,
and the ONLY
piece I ask to keep with
The Sacred Crow Treasure Box
is the beaded female face.
So,
today Dec. 3rd
I'm wrapping up the goodies
(like Santa would)
and I'm shipping it off to Grace
THANK YOU
Connie,
Gris,
Paige,
and Grace
for
the gathering of women
EXPERIENCE.