The whole time she didn't speak.
She just combed my hair.
Pulled it a few times.
Repositioned my head the way she wanted it to be.
Turned me this way.
Then, that way.
Always trying to be gentle and careful.
She had a vision in mind from the beginning and was determined to see it through.
And at the end she smiled.
So did I.
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