my father, robert, and my friend, denise, sent me a beautiful package full of wonderfully thoughtful things to make me happy. a glass heart with golden wings didn't survive the cross-country trek. at first, i thought i'd throw it away because, surely, a glass heart with a broken wing can't be a good thing to look at all the time. and then i took pictures of it and realized its value. it's not perfect, but it's mine.
i got a bad haircut a few weeks ago, around the time i received the broken heart. i fixed it myself, cutting away large chunks of unwanted hair until i was too petrified to continue any further. my hair looks better now. less heavy and unmotivated.
Aren't we all glass hearts with a broken wing in one way or another?
ReplyDeleteand hopefully, this makes us interesting.
ReplyDeleteYou did a great job on on hair lady, it was gorgeous when I saw you last week.
ReplyDeletewhy, thank you so very much. i'm not sure i'd do it again. bit risky.
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