"Your passport, please", but the brain does not register this simple question, trapped in identifying an incredible array of turquoise emerald. They are the eyes of the nurse turns to me, laid on a smile that I hope is not a fact, goes so well with their iridescent tones. They look like fragments of a shell of who has the appropriate emerald sea of \u200b\u200bthe equatorial zone with halos of a turquoise peacock feather.
I understand now how the eyes can speak. I hold my breath like a charm.
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