Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #526 Words: glasses, eyes, tap, secret, years, paint, meeting, sample, alone, words, light, blink Her green eyes were effulgent as glass orbs. No other family member possessed them. In meeting her, people were drawn to her luminous eyes. An artist should have painted her light. After death of her spouse, she spent years alone. Her words became garbled. Whatever secrets she kept remain untold. She is gone. No way to tap into them now. Fortunately, her children see her every day, as they look around their houses, at treasured samples from her ceramics class. Blink, and she appears in each one. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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