It was grey, that flash of metal hitting the bright rays of the sun. It was like a hatch had opened in her eyes and the color had fallen out, leaving her eyes to look like the dazzling and breath-taking snow, or the sparkling diamond. It was the type of grey that women wished would grow out of their heads. But like I said, I could not do her justice... how could you do justice to a masterpiece?
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Random(SHORT STORIES DESCRIBING EYES) are eyes really the windows to the soul? grey.) blue.) hazel.) brown.) green.)
