BROWN eyes,  the mirror image of a startled doeâs ,  stare up from their space underneath the murky water.  some may say the  water is  FOUL,  but  that is simply to her, reminiscent of home.   estuaries are where the salt meets the FRESH,  & so the textures are muddled.
         even THROUGH the gloom however, his stance makes him stand out, & so she peers up, innocent expression painted across freckled features as she lifts her hand up to the glass to catch his attention.  @f-udo.















