The heart which boldly faces death
Upon the battlefield, and dares
Cannon and bayonet, faints beneath
The needle-points of frets and cares.
The stoutest spirits they dismay—
The tiny stings of every day.
Ah! more than martyr’s aureole
And more than hero’s heart of fire,
We need the humble strength of soul
Which daily toils and ills require.
Sweet patience, grant us, if you may
An added grace for every day.
—Adelaide A. Procter.
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It is said that you should love what you do and I do that here in Belijose's Fashion Hauz. I love female clothing, style and fashion; I love how designers transform a fabric to fit the unique silhouette of a woman's body; I like how stylists and fashion lovers are able to interpret a designer's work in a way that they themselves make it their own; how a piece of jewelry makes all the difference and how less can be more; I like the excitement of the red carpets; I love fashion week and I hope to go for one someday; most importantly I love sharing with the Hauz what I think and feel about a particular style from any part of the world; I like sharing my music, my food experiments, music and videos, and I love that you get to read and like or comment. This is my little corner of the world where everything is possible.
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