Thursday, July 21, 2011

On the New 'Do.

My aunt is a wonder coiffeuse.  She gave me the chop of the summer.  One fine day she took my tresses and some run of the mill kitchen scissors, escorted me to the middle of the lawn, and made me the happiest girl of that sunny afternoon.  My hair now brushes my chin. I feel like a kid again. I can frolic and play without ever running a comb through it. I run in a hat and look like a boy, but isn't that what summers are for? To run around looking like a boy?

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