They were all so perfect.
Sitting there, watching these faces flicker across,
all seeming drastic in the contrast from one to the next,
but they all had something to offer. something magical.
All the faces cast in the same situation. The dull,
lifeless light, breathing onto the left side of each face,
all donned in the same colors then.
The old man, with bluish wrinkles; the young woman with the
plain face; the black man with the severe bone structure in his jaw.
Walking away from the view, reflecting on those faces seen,
wanting to express that splendor experienced, but the words
do not fit with the planes of faces. Stepping back, the
faces all ran together, no longer able to differentiate, only relax
in the midst of one perfect face.
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