The skin under her eyes is
a delicate bluish-purple
and as thin
as a membrane covering
the fluttering heart
of a hunted animal.
The lines of her face
tell of a precarious
journey but
the path remains a
mystery.
The skin under her eyes is
a delicate bluish-purple
and as thin
as a membrane covering
the fluttering heart
of a hunted animal.
The lines of her face
tell of a precarious
journey but
the path remains a
mystery.
An vividly intense snapshot. Very neat!
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wow. this is like someone you see out of the corner of your eye as you are driving passed…a little glimpse that sets you in wonder at their story….you give her nice texture…
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This is a great memory and then you leave the reader imagining what’s next for her. Superb!
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Very good. How often we are left wondering of someones history…
Anna :o]
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Thanks, Anna. I often look at people’s faces and wonder about their lives.
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Thanks for your time and comments, all! xo
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nice – you paint a vivid picture
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I would like to attune to (?) this choir. Yes, a sensitive observation.
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really like the snapshot of the face in the rain..just a little glimpse, short moment, but somehow it’s amazing how people touch us as we walk past them
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