red hair. that's what most people notice; which is fine--i think it's the fire in me. it's the sauciness, the deeply emotional ocean i hide. somehow it's connected. once i read a book where a girl, given the choice between removing her hair or another body part, cut off her own finger. you may think me creepy, but i might have done the same thing.
cool! where is this?
ReplyDeleteIt's an old apartment building somewhere in Provo that I found when I was running!
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