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They tell me that searching my face is like trying to find the spot where the river becomes ocean or the dusk becomes dark: not quite absent, and not quite present. I do try.
And then this haircut...this cute angled bob of a thing that belongs to a shorter, cuter woman with a whimsical name. I have to smile all of the time just to keep up with it.
And then this haircut...this cute angled bob of a thing that belongs to a shorter, cuter woman with a whimsical name. I have to smile all of the time just to keep up with it.