"time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face, and i was sure that i would never take any aspect of him for granted. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the curve of his full lips- twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble span of his forehead- partially obscured by a tangle of rain-darkened bronze hair"

~Isabella Marie Swan

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