Delicate orbs of amber tinted glass, linked with aluminum encased in plastic dyed to look like tortoise shell
Resting gently on the bridge of a bell-pepper nose.
Rising and falling with the gentle crests of smiles.
Slightly too large, slipping in the smallest of increments, so small that she barely notices until they slip down
to the cinnamon colored tip, shining from overactive oil glands.
Nestled beneath eyebrows as unruly as exclamation points,
and rushed back up upon her face, just in time to make the way to watch as her grandchildren dance to celebrate her 80th year.
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