At an Ann Taylor loft store, waiting for a friend who's trying out black pants that will be discarded for their baggy look, my eyes caught a huge frame on the top. It could have been a picture if it showed what was. The distance between the eyes showed signs of tinkering. The right eye had life in it with just the upper eyelash in dark and the eye white. The left eye was pale in life but black bright forced by both the eyelashes.
This frame broke the rules of symmetry for beauty. Dawns on me the difference between reporting and making(substitute?)
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