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Dear Patrick The first lines are introductory. An example might be, when my great uncle died, the family returned to his home for refreshments. My cousin and I had not been to the house since we were children. In my mind and his, the house was twice the size as well as the horse pastures and drive. So the "perfect image" was perfected by our minds and the images were no where near reality. deborah http://authorsden.com/deborahrussell >Perfect Images > >the soul's eyes >hold perfect images . . . >long hair >in fiery screams >snow/ice suspended - >breathless - drifting >stellar flashes; >white teeth, >dark, dove eyes >slices of sun, juice >drips from your lips >and skin... >prismatic beads >slip around your feet >sift through hands >shatter the stars, >crash the moon, >there's a stutter >deep inside . . . >pause the heart >(long enough) >to make me believe >again, >in love > >Deborah Russell, C 2005