You taught me how to shave
my legs, the downy almost invisible
blonde strands of silk falling to the
razors swath, the last vestige of a child’s
body helpless against the vanity of a
teenagers critical eye. But I loved you,
that summer, loved your shiny pageboy
flip, your tweezed eyebrows and ice pale
lips. You were sophisticated in a way I
didn’t understand but coveted.
Shaving my legs was only the beginning.
Charlotte Hamrick 
intriguing…obviously there is much more story
but you def give her a place in your life
that is pivotal….cool write.
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Yeah, Brian. I think this will turn out to be a longer piece. I just wanted to get this little bit up for NaMoWriMo. Thanks !
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This is one of my favorites of yours. Nice work.
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Thanks, Amanda, and thanks for visiting my humble little blog. xo
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