The eyes of a rainbow trout are not fetching—they
are all black pupils and suffer in the light.
The eyes of a rattlesnake never blink and are therefore
without soul.
The eyes of a chameleon are uncoupled and cold as
dead volcanoes.
The eyes of all birds are precision-built but wholly
reflecting.
The eyes of a woman who has known sadness are the
most beautiful. The sadness allows for
access. The eyes of a woman who has
known sadness are like windows with rows of sheer curtains inside. If you look long enough, you can watch the
curtains slowly waver and part until you see, at the last point of light within,
the young girl yet capering inside. And
the young girl is always dancing—her long dress swirling and splashing up all
around her like sea waves finally come to shore.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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