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Sometimes he wonders the way magic weaved into that smile - what elements made it to be so spellbounding. But time snatches it away from his sight. A microsecond: The corner of the lips tugging its way upwards like a kid hesitant to appear from behind his mother's skirt. A millisecond and a second will drag the corners into a slight curve so much like the bump of the belly of a mother. A second will highlight the slight cleft of the dimple and a series of seconds will drag the smile out of that face; the magic gone the beauty all together disappeared. A second is no more than an insignificant moment of beauty,