Today I saw the most beautiful little girl in the world. She was about two years old. Her eyes are what struck me, golden-green and hooded by long dark lashes; these eyes flashed with wisdom. She had an aura of knowledge and experience, more so then even her mother, whose presence reminded of the word "bustling". Or nervous. Her mother was a twittering bird, busily trying to overcome her monsters by sweeping them under the rug. Transparent.
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