( How excellent a body, that Stands without a bone)
A perfect person has no joints.
The arms, emerging from long sleeves, are unmarked by the ripple of skin that shows where the limbs bend.
A perfect person’s portrait is life like despite their strange clothes, a dress that fastens without buttons or a zip, just a straight line across the material to show that it was not pulled on over the head.
It was still possible to believe that the person drawn was a real person despite the great almond-shaped eyes set deep into the head, deep and open, unable to blink. Eyes without eyelids or eye lashes.
~Modified from the book: White is for witching by Helen oyeyemi
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