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Submitted to Contest #301
My mother had sad eyes. I don’t believe she was naturally a sad person, but there was a certain melancholy about her. The nagging feeling that she was never entirely present. In the winter, as soon as she stepped outside, the wind glazed her eyes with tears. She was never more strikingly beautiful than on those days, with her wool coat wrapped tightly around her, her face disappearing behind one of her large knit scarves, and her shiny melancholic eyes. Looking back on it, I am now certain that it was that aloofness about my mother, her abse...
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