Last Thursday I had an appointment to get a hair cut. It was the first in over 8 months, so despite the family crisis I went through with it.
In the middle of fielding calls from M, my mom, my friend who was heading out of town, and my sisters wanting to know what was going on I flipped through style books and I came across a picture I kept going back to again and again. It was the style I had back when M and I lived in Paris, a couple lifetimes ago. It was a style that belonged to a younger more carefree version of myself. It was the style I all of a sudden desperately wanted to have again.
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