It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.
I don’t know if a bishop damaged this window, but we found it hanging on the side of a porch of a house in the neighborhood. And the light glowing through it was truly beautiful.
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.