by McCollonough Ceili
(Nashville, TN and Ireland)
Her eyes. It's her ebony eyes. That were once on the face of another. One who needed comfort, one who comforted others. Her eyes once saw rescues, children lost and found, a lover who was willing to die just to be with her, and who would break the law so her empty body would not burn. Those eyes saw hard work, determination, hot sun, and crystal blue waves. I wonder what this stranger with Lorraine's eyes has seen. Is her life vastly different or almost the same?
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