She said, as she leaned forward onto the counter.
Glazed eyes, she looked at nothing.
She asked a question.
It didn't make sense.
But did she care?
Probably not.
She is the product of creation,
Holder of knowledge,
She understands that a question isn't a question if nobody is listening.
She throws caution to the wind.
She inspires art,
She knows beauty.
Even if she doesn't think the image of herself is beautiful.
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