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Helena Rubenstein B. 12.25.1870 Krakow, Poland / D. 4.1.65 New York City Age I�m one of those who stood at the foot of the cross further back, on tiptoe straining around for a look at the heads of the rest of the crowd for the sight of one particular head-scarf one singular profile with its liquid miracle of eye and paradise of lashes.
I�m of the race that registered a confusion of cries, crowns, sinews, fluids tumbled loosely into breaking patterns: signs, fulfillments but kept the central senses nailed to the scalloped gauze of one familiar head-scarf sighted way up front in a midst of seeming familiars for whom the great Unexpected, one surmised, was that no rescue ever came
whereas my type was bumpered from such shocks by a longing for the fatigued texture of the skin above a cheekbone just to see it so extreme, that we cursed eclipse and earthquake both as intrusions on our hard-won tiptoed point-of-view; and no moment on earth was ever more unexpected more unwelcome more grotesque than that which saw the so-familiar head-scarf turn away finally the face it framed to face the crowd and reveal to us an old woman we didn�t know, crying. Consolation Site: Day of beauty
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