January 2012
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As I lie down beside you, watching you drift off to sleep, my eyes are drawn to your hair. Perhaps it’s that early morning Autumn sun that we’ve both come to love peeking through the shades of your windows, or maybe I’m simply imagining things in the half-awake state I’ve become so accustomed to, but your hair looks different. There’s a glow to it. I see flickers of...
