The Edge of Glory

Engulfed in the flames of war this woman has become more and more a Goddess. Her raw and natural blouse is clean at first impression, resulting from her experience and prideful elegance. However the weight and responsibility on her shoulders are a running record of those who crossed her path in negative graces. She bears a scar that stretches across her face that gets lost in the field of hair flowing from her conquering mind. Copper and cinder fill the air as the sun sets on this victorious woman and all who are in her spiritual tribe.