Peace

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The wind blew his long brown hair across his face, his lids half open to reveal those endless blue eyes. Staring into the distance, he had a look on his face; not happy, but serene. Ironic that one of the most troubled souls could look so peaceful. He turned to me and looked me in the eye. His gaze pierced right into my soul, yet it wasn't unsettling. Those eyes looked so old, like they'd seen more than they should've. He smiled, ever so slightly, and I looked away.

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