made beauty round her. trod mud, mud beautiful; ran rain, rain silver. — C.S. Lewis, Till Faces

C.S. Lewis Till We Have Faces

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She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad – she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes – the toad became beautiful.

C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

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