THE FIRE IN HER EYES

 

“Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story.”

 

~ Robert Fitzgerald ~

 

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Paris in November 2007.


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3 thoughts on “THE FIRE IN HER EYES

  1. Freakish coincidence— I also had a dream of walking into a Paris café to see someone I’d not yet met. He was alone and staring out the window behind dark glasses. I called his name, but he didn’t hear me. I walked between his gaze and the window, but he didn’t see me. Because i was there in spirit but not in body, and I left, sad, because he wouldn’t know I was there.

  2. “She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes.” ~ Lord Byron

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