auscultation

Healing, for strength and not for drunkenness.

Her eyes are large, far apart - smooth wide curves, deep-folded are her double eyelids. The rest of her is delicate, her face disproportionally large for her elf-like body, her nose so tiny and centered between well-defined cheekbones. She's tall, yet when she kneels, she emits a kitten-like quality. She never dressed up. I thought her very pretty, but far from the quintessential, archetypal way, because nobody has outrightly agreed with me (something I found strange at the beginning). I thought her so, because I know somewhere deep inside her there's a form of insecurity that I found familiar. Deep in her eyes I sense that kind of sadness I was au fait with.

Au courant. She was flitting.

An agitation.

A flitting bird, a nibbled cookie.