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translucent veil that gently wraps around her silhouette in an elegant, non-sexual artistic form, one hand lightly holding the veil near her shoulder, calm confident gaze directed toward the camera, soft natural daylight filtering...

to come and go— yet you were mother to them all. The hand you held all along, I now see, was the Lord’s own hand. A bride in a veil, tended a foolish and pauper—me. Had I known then, I would have done better. Soon it will be three...

the veil of your face to your chest. Do not reveal the parts of your body that are hidden except to your husband, father, father-in-law, your son, your husband’s son, your brother, your brother’s son, your sister’s son, the woman of...

mouth bring to mind Leonardo da Vinci's *Mona Lisa*. The veil wrapped around her body does little to conceal her bare...the gaze, focusing attention on her fair breasts. One hand rests on her chest, while the other is placed between her...