Heeley, Hippie Rose
The face in the mirror smiled wide. Her eyes sparkled as they always had and the two little fans on either side were evidence. That is what he liked to call them every time she stood there, naked and dripping and scrutinizing. He rubbed their favorite hemp oil into her sun-speckled shoulders and whispered the same words he always had, and meant them. She wove her hair into a long braid and the mirror nodded.
Remember when all we needed was sunshine, fresh air, a guitar and each other?