The luminescence on Sarah's face are blotches of excellence. Alive and unique, each pattern and shape forms what appears to be an unveiled moment of our lives.
This light twinkles and scatters its beams over every known surface. It dances and glistens on the skins of automobiles, on the divine fineness of a lizard's back. It gets caught in the planted tulips, the deep pools of children's eyes, the thick veins of a dangling leaf. It wraps around the sheen of metal. It collects at a point, in the corner of something sharp.
It finds a way to touch everything.
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shining beautifully.
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