Quick question from an Asian girl and I stare at her left shoulder, then her right palm, then her red notebook--

It was her face, alien and pure.

I've seen oval faces, I've seen almond eyes, I've seen opal irises, too.

This woman. If we believe six degrees of separation, some of you out there have passed by her. I could pick you, you passers-by, out of a crowd. You would be the ones who have seen something so human, so alien, so ineffably designed, that you will always wear a scar of wonder in the creases of your brow.

Now, I've seen her. Oval face, praying. Almond eyes asking to cry, crystals. Opal irises black-hole wide and just as powerfully drawing in. I've seen her, and I'll happily wear her scar in a new crease upon my brow.

Beauty.

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