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Her cheeks puff out like those of a
triumphant chipmunk’s; each wrinkle harboring furtive joy. She looks so happy that it evokes serene happiness and comfort in the viewer. The shading of her pale skin shines brightly against the background of sand
and ocean, even though her cheeks occupy most of the picture. The unusually large size of her cheeks creates an almost square-shaped head, reminding me of a Sesame Street cartoon. The crinkle stretching from the
corners of her nose to the tips of her lips mirror the arches in her eyebrows. Her shoulders are scrunched up like an excited child’s shoulders tend to do when she’s smiling for a picture. The ensemble of
scrunches and arches in her face and body highlight the upbeat and eager energy surging from her facial and body expressions.
Those
darkly almond-like eyes bore into the viewer, sparkling in a playful way. Her eyes beckon viewers; they beckon me constantly. Their shape, their color, their allure: these all compose the irresistibility and control
of her graceful face. It’s this face that overpowers the tiny beach house far in the background, proposing the idea of people before property. It’s like she’s trying to sell that idea at only two years old.
The strands of her hair couldn’t frame her face any more perfectly. Soon she will lose that beautiful, long, thick hair. Soon her eyes won’t sparkle in quite the same way. Soon a dark purple color will consume
her left eye. Soon the unique charm and grace will fade a little, change a little; but not yet. She illuminates here; every feature of her has a flame that glimmers and captures the viewers and holds them in place
for just a bit. That face in the picture knows that no one can merely pass her by. She smiles, even smirks, at the camera, so we think; but she smiles at the control she has over the viewers: she smiles to herself.
Right now, she knows she’s beautiful in every way. She emits, evokes, and earns love—and happiness.
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