beauty

Beauty.
Pulchritude.
Power.

The pure pulchritude of a plentitude of preposterous pawnage.
I relish every degree, magnitude, every percentile of it.
The ascendant echelon, the rising power.
The attendant effects of EOY is fraught with jubilance and to some imbued with sorrow.
Yet two people blithely took it as a blessing instead, amid the dissents of the people around.