She was old when I was young, but she was beautiful. She was extraordinarily beautiful - as if she were another species of human. She came to my neighborhood to speak when I was a child. She took her time. I don't remember much of what she said, but that she believed in us. Don't quit. Work hard. Common sense things coming from a legend makes them seem more real.
She was right there. I saw her. It was unreal.
She had a kind of accent, a kind of unusual power in her voice. She had eyes that swallowed you whole. Her teeth were brilliant white pickets. Her skin was perfect in every way. She was regal. I didn't want to get too close. She didn't get tired, she didn't want to say hi and then jump quickly back into the limo. She lingered. She waited until everyone asked what they wanted to ask.
I got the feeling she outlasted all of her opposition and that she was free. She never let anything corrupt her out of frustration. Time was on her side.