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His eyes caught a movement;
Her hair, she'd grown it out.
A simple beauty,
She's not realized just how much she's changed.
The last time he saw her,
Hair short, and in layers,
Gently framed her round face.
No longer did she wear thick black frames,
Now they were thin and clear.
One thing, though, remains the same,
She still hunches over when ( Read more... )