I didn't plan it, but I knew instantly
as soon as I saw her, the softness around her face
without hair in her eyes.
I wanted that.
The chestnut locks fell to the floor
with each snip-snip of the scissors.
I stared at the white couch and out the
garden height windows.
It looked like a rental, I thought.
It was.
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