The girl turns to look at you in faint amusement, the trace of a smile on her lips, a diamond white glint in her eyes. She has skin as smooth as silk -as if a doll had come to life and taken a breath of fresh air. She has barely a brow, no visible lashes, and her hair is pulled back into significance; it is her face that glows and holds your gaze. And the more you look, the more you are moved by something else-the way the shadow gently cups her chin, graces the side of her neck.
