Brass Knuckles and Paper PlanesShoulders,as slender and lithe as the sunlight that graces them,stand,strong and broad,yet as delicate as sand,moving in everpresent motionand vigor.Her unkempt hair gleams, golden rays piercing its confines,beautiful and powerful,as it adorns her head like a crown,and rests itself upon the length of her neck.Her pose is stark,and rigid,her body screaming her emotions tenfold,and launching it's fire miles ahead,as she would do the same,gladly swinging fist and fury,bone and blood,and standing tall and vindicated,against all who would dare oppose herand doubt her will to survive.She looks out to the