“Beauty will save the world.” - Dostoyevsky
Her brown eyes create a small place inside me that warm my whole body.
Her brown eyes are the earth to me, the path my abuelo and I walk every day to pick tomatoes and peaches from the fields and orchards on the Johns Island farms.
Her brown eyes are my abuela’s blanket, the one she sewed for me of the beautiful mountains in the countryside around me.
Her brown eyes are warm, earthy, and beautiful.
Like her.
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