Brown eyes.
Neither blue nor green. Much less dark violet.
They were bright, clear as a sunbeam in the sultry mid-afternoon or fresh honey.
Looking into those eyes was like having a handful of sand running between your fingers, tickling.
But not in the palm of my hand, but in my stomach.
I will never forget those eyes. Or the way I felt.
Among thousands of colors, they weren't blue, green or violet... They were brown.
Perfect brown eyes.
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