Her grace undeniable. Hair in plats multitude; conforming one. Length thigh. Modestly covered. Make-up inconsistently not there. Perfect. The way she moved about in the hustle was of dance. The stress showed only slightly, and given a smile it seemed to re-set. There was groove in her move. A sneaker beat. Both witnessing the cube to the left of point ether. Wondering if she ever asked her family to collect toilet rolls, too.