Her fate was in her body, not in the stars. It resided somewhere in the sheen of her face, her jaunty collar bones, her full lips. She had thrown her horoscope away many seasons ago, and had invested energy in preening herself.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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What prompted this?
this girl I saw who was constantly checking herself out in a hand mirror
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