The woman in the mural was looking down, as though gazing at the garden below her. The corners of her ample lips were turned up in a subtle smile, her head resting on one shoulder and giving a decadent view of her swanlike neck. She was surrounded by clusters of peace lilies, every one of them turned to face her in reverence. Her cropped curls were artfully rendered, and her dark brown skin was even and bright. She was beautiful. She was . . . me?
HOLY HONK
