Life's Challenges.

Life's Challenges.

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I opened the door and then I realized, wow, I did need this closer look. Once she was up closer I could really see the majority of her features. The scar under her right eye was sort of a white, purple, pink color all mixed. Maybe that was because the tissues not healing all the way through or it was the blood still floating up to the surface of her skin. I don’t know. I wasn’t a medical doctor. All I knew is that it kind of made her face a better thing to look at. That one feature that puzzled you and made you so that you could not look away and that feature that at the same moment, made you not want to look or even glance at another morsel of the thing. Her eyes were a green color on the inside and the by the time they got out to the edge of her coloring, they faded into a crimson brown. Actually kind of cool and creature like but so majestic and pretty that...
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