“Don't
ever lose your blue eyes, promise me.”
“I
don't know how I ever could, but ok.” he laughed.
He
was flicking through the photos on the camera and he was smiling.
This was a nice place to be.
The
blue of the sea and the green of the grass and the gold of the sand
and the fading red of the sun. If he lost everything he would be
happy; but his eyes – he must have his eyes.
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