Her eyes are emerals. The crystal kind. Their quite magnificent actually; I see them skim the water, in the water even, sometimes....
My eyes are blue, pale blue - nothing like hers. Nothing special.
In mine, you can see the present.
In hers you can see the future.
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The Truth Behind it all
General FictionYou may look things and find them hard to understand. Words can change that. Words are only in minds, but it is your mind that creats everything around you.
