Enigmatic, she stood,
Looking around coyly,
As the large liner came in.
She was neither dressed for the occasion
Or from this time.
Her pearl earring glistened
In the early morning light.
The ship's horn sounded,
Drawing back the girl's attention.
The reflection of the moment
Almost as clear as the moment itself.
Like an oil painting
With many elements frozen
Representing times gone by.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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