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My hair is an autumn brown that can look red in sunlight,
(to my horror; I never aimed for red.)
I am not running from age - I am too old to run from anything, now. I may not like the skeleton with the scythe, but it will move faster than I can. It is only that my mother was beautiful, a halo of silver-white hair, fair skin and slate-blue eyes. I could never see why people claimed we looked so much alike.
I am not running from age - it is only that I want to see my own face in the mirror. My dark eyes may not be enough to let me claim it, now.
So, my hair is an autumn brown; it was meant to be the brown of the mice hiding in the skirting boards or even in the harvest corn. (My colour. The colour it was;) the brown of hardwood, of autumn nuts, of, of ... the colour that makes the mirror show my reflection and not ... another's.
(to my horror; I never aimed for red.)
I am not running from age - I am too old to run from anything, now. I may not like the skeleton with the scythe, but it will move faster than I can. It is only that my mother was beautiful, a halo of silver-white hair, fair skin and slate-blue eyes. I could never see why people claimed we looked so much alike.
I am not running from age - it is only that I want to see my own face in the mirror. My dark eyes may not be enough to let me claim it, now.
So, my hair is an autumn brown; it was meant to be the brown of the mice hiding in the skirting boards or even in the harvest corn. (My colour. The colour it was;) the brown of hardwood, of autumn nuts, of, of ... the colour that makes the mirror show my reflection and not ... another's.