Wardrobe malfunction 
A while ago a woman stood in front of me in the supermarket wearing a burqa. It was one of those letterbox ones - all you could see were her eyes. They were beautiful eyes. Incredibly beautiful eyes. They had some black, Cleopatralike embellishment, but certainly didn't need any. She was tall, slim with elegant hands (long fingers). Even the burqa itself was beautiful, a slightly shiny black fabric. When she moved it flowed around her - accentuating her stylish walk. In my country we have a saying: the clothes make the man. It's not true. Some people can get away with wearing a garbage bag. This is the fundamentalist's fallacy. Beauty cannot be bound by a burqa.
6:49:42 PM 
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