There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [H — Ray Bradbury
There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [H — Ray Bradbury
There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [H — Ray Bradbury
There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [H — Ray Bradbury
There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [H — Ray Bradbury
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There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

— Ray Bradbury
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