One point in her, however, you did notice: that was her eyes. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. These eyes were blue, blue as autumn distance – blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. A misty and shady blue, that had no beginning or surface, and was looked into rather than at.-- Elfride Swancourt, in Thomas Hardy’s A Pair of Blue Eyes –
[And, speaking of "a pair of blue eyes", I just want to send out a Happy Birthday hug to my wife, Nicole Kidman-Puddle!]
Have a great Friday!
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