« Reply #6849 on: Sep 18, 2006, 12:27 PM »
Colour can also move as well as highten the senses. The blues and violets (?) highten the soft pallor of his face.
The eyes are turned. The intensity of those eyes are thus veiled ever so slightly...
The colour of his cheeks almost matches the shirt. And his lips.

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Danny and me, Danny and me, Danny and me and the sea,
Bobbing out of Pleasure Bay, the islands on our lee;
Spectacle, Georges, Gallops, the sun-wash on the brine
Castle Island where Skovo danced a bear-dance in bear-time.
The Golden Boy has chosen, I know what I will be
Danny and me, seanchai, Danny and me and the sea.
A Map of the Harbor Islands JG Hayes