My eyebrows were taking a different shape,
every time my mood changed,
or shifted,
or got more complex,
or angry,
or different,
or any of the above,
and I couldn't even go above the browline,
to the hair line,
to all of it,
if that made sense---
because we were reading and coloring within lines that I never believed in
to begin with,
so one by one,
I took them away,
until I saw the lightning bugs in the distance
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