Peace does not exist only when one's life is going perfectly; she exists in the midst of raging, havoc-wreaking storms, in the valley of the shadow of death, and in the hardest trials known to man. Peace- bless her sweet heart. With stunning blue, clear eyes and soft, blonde hair framing her heart-shaped face, she wears a lovely smile, whatever the season. Her very character is soft and calm. She reassures a person through quiet, almost inaudible whispers that all is not lost. Good times will come, and until they do, she will stand with him and hold his hand, if he will but allow her. She is always there - solid, encouraging, and wise- yet she refuses to make an appearance unless she is accepted. In the meantime, she stands in her coral dress blown slightly in the wind, the scent of sweet lilacs drifting from her and reinforcing her quiet beauty. Peace is completely indifferent to trials, choosing to remain forever her same strong, tranquil self.
(original and self-edited)
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