The dignity of a woman. Where does it lie? In her heart, or in her head? In her heart, or in her hands? She stands tall, with her chin held high, but her eyes stare emptily into the distance. She's searching. She's looking for something--someone?-- she wants to see. But maybe that's keeping her from seeing what she needs to see. What he wants, and needs, her to see. To understand. To accept. And to respect. Can she do it? Can her affection for him give her that much strength? The answer remains to be seen.
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