Rachel didn’t particularly like her arms, or her legs, or much of
anything except her long hair.
She had her reasons.
Arm and legs too gangly.
And her feet? Well, everyone, in
her estimation, had ugly feet.
Rachel loved how the full sun twizzled colors into her black hair. If she flicked her head, Rachel could see
tiny explosions of red, and sometimes purple, deep within the strands lashed
against the light.
Purple! Just for an
instant.
What’s not to like about that?
—Mitchell Hegman
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