I caught this hip hippy checking her reflection in a bank window. She tugged at her face, watching as the wrinkles disappeared and then settled back into place. It was a sobering moment, and one that made me appreciate my youth...and backback purses and Tex-Mex headbands.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Isn't Narcissism a French Word?
I caught this hip hippy checking her reflection in a bank window. She tugged at her face, watching as the wrinkles disappeared and then settled back into place. It was a sobering moment, and one that made me appreciate my youth...and backback purses and Tex-Mex headbands.
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