Things up front that I love: faces. Skin and cheeks that tears run down from the honesty of emotion. Whining or distance. Pain and elation. The shimmering sketch that tears create on a face. The mandible, chin chaperoned by genetics. Cleft chins in my husband's family. Dimples that ricochet against the idea of accurately guessing one's age. Zygoma, two round mounds on either side of the nose that frame one's smile; the lower support structure for the eyes. A vein on the frontal lobe protruding during laughter. The yes in a set of eyes. The word yes shaped on the tongue. The tributaries flowing from the faces that I love. Speech.
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