He stood with his face to the future, to the years unscarred and waiting.
On the other side of the pasture were woods, still green, shadowy, unscarred.
And how very few are they, that come forth, unscarred, and purified!
You carve his body about and leave it re-modelled and unscarred.
He was a jolly soul, and the tragic experience he had gone through seemed to have left him ...