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They were small round fish eyes, with a transparency as good and pure as an untinged
glinting glass. Her eyes could have been a painter’s muse, or a source of de-hypnosis. One
of those things that help you find yourself when you’re lost; a lot more than a mirror.
The eyes now dripped of cold rain water, oodles of curiosity and a pinch of tiredness.
Dusk set in, with all shades of violet rust sky. And soon it was clouded with Aurora lights,
flowing and merging like two rivers in love. Embedded in them were shining dots that
started to glow, and finally the stars hung down with sparkling gold reflecting on ‘the
Land’.
They hung so low that they could be touched by climbing on a staircase and plucked.
‘Stars of Gold’.
This reminded her, of Her.
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