His hair was a billowy, tangled puff of carrot. He had a look of amazement. Wonderment. Like he was fascinated that he was in the room and not sure how he got there but was glad he had arrived. There was a smile tickling his lips shyly, mirrored in his eyes like he was listening to a private joke. His entire face puckered into a pointed grimace when he concentrated, making the effort appear painful.
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AuthorHace Williams is a Seattle area author and journalist. Archives
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