The spectacles had rustic golden rim, a matte finish rather than gloss. They were a crown of sorts, bringing a majesty and intelligence to those deep eyes. When we was tired in the afternoons after so much reading, he would perch them on his neat cornrows and let his eyes wander to the horizon.
The spectacles brought some gravitas to his face. He was kind, everyone knew that, but there were moments to be serious and that's what I saw. He had something to say and it was going to be worth hearing.
Amelia puts on the spectacles. There is a passing moment of astonishment as the world comes into better focus. It is as if she realised all at once, that every picture she'd ever seen would need to be seen again for these new and wonderful details.
They have their way of bringing the light into focus, these spectacles. I love how they sit upon the bridge of my nose, the perfect ornament for this face.
These spectacles bring all into focus, the things I want to see and the things the heart would rather not.
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