Orange and yellow Pink and purple Remnants of blue Attempt to douse The flames Unsuccessful Water as lava Flows beneath The inferno Reflecting its beauty For all to feel.
Braids 1/29/21 It’s as if that road trip happened yesterday and 100 years ago. We were going home from a holiday at family’s. We were in the back seat. Air Supply was on the radio. You started braiding my hair. It was only slightly wavy and very long, down to the bottom of my butt, back then. By the time you finished, I had dozens of tiny braids all over my head. A miniature Bo Derek with incredibly crooked teeth. These days, my teeth are straight and my hair is curly. The teeth, the result of years of hideous and painful braces. The hair, I blame you and those braids.
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