Beauty by Hannah

Not the private, manicured lawn

But the open, sprawling meadows, spotted with wildflowers

Not the rows of identical and pristine apartments

But the plain neighborhood, with dozens of lit windows

Not the sound of click-clacking heels against the refined marble floors

But the tired and relentless steps of a hard-working mother

Not the picture perfect beach, flooded with tourists and brightly colored umbrellas

But the untouched scenery, and the modest landscape