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The Mask


My eyes are now the most powerful part of my face. With the mask covering my favorite shade of lipstick, my lips which have never been described in poetry, and making my voice louder than I would like it to be, my eyes have now learned to talk. They are also more observant than they were earlier. They now focus on people’s eyes, rather than their masks, when they talk to me.

My eyes want to feel everything and show everything that they feel. On the trips to the grocery store, watching the morning sunrise, meeting a familiar face on my evening walks, my eyes can now say a lot more than my words. I can feel them widen when they are surprised, smile when they are happy, talk when they are stimulated, stay content & happy to dream, when they are closed. They have invented a language of their own and speak their mind boldly. 

Thanks to the mask!

 On a more serious note, we all know how important wearing masks are right now.
Please check out my friend's blog if you want to learn how to make one for yourself. 
https://craftmyworld.com/diy-face-mask/

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I love your writing style. Keep up the good work!
July 1, 2020 at 9:38 AM
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