I’ve never met him, but they say I have his eyes. Hearing this amuses me because the hue is constantly changing and it makes me wonder if his did the same. The majority of the time the iris is green with specks of gold outlined in charcoal. Often, strangers will tell me that I have the prettiest eyes they’ve ever seen, and my friends will tell me that I have an old soul (I suppose I equate the two since they say the eyes are the windows to the soul).
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