"Standing, so serious. Asking for help, asking someone for assistance. Serious and So Dark. Much Darker than I remembered or imagine....a real deep black of hair...
Serious profile with a serious concentration. The landscape of the furrowed brow cragginess like mountain lines moving down the nose, the sharpness in profile, so different from my own, (rounded lines hilly muted shapes of mine in comparison) so unfamiliar to my eyes, so sharp , different , but it sticks in my mind and in the same turn is familiar somewhere deep in my spirit or maybe within my DNA...
Can our genes carry memory, something familiar or part of us, something loved or feared familiar or nearby, not to ourselves but to the ancestors that brought us here? Knowing some part of me recognizes the sculpting of this line; the line of your family drawn so clear on your face , the line itself sticks so sharp to in my mind, striking to my sight, while comfort to my being. "