she was fully eclipsed by the shade of an old wall. under my brief gaze she didn't withdraw or flinch, but neither did she step forward to be seen. she was of fair complexion, long wisps of umber streaked with highlights of ginger that always seemed to gleam when they captured the light just right. she was rather petite and dainty. florid cheeks and flawlessly sculpted lips, as if crafted by angels themselves. her left eye was a rapturous shade of cerulean blue, much more appealing then my own, and hazel-auburn rondured sphere orbited in her right eye. each one held a coruscate gleam that enhanced their beauty. below them was a nose so freckled that the brown splotches overlapped much like autumn leaves after harsh winds had blown.