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Heeley, Hippie Rose<\/h3>\n

The face in the mirror smiled wide. \u00a0Her eyes sparkled as they always had and the two little fans on either side were evidence<\/em>. 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.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Remember when all we needed was sunshine, fresh air, a guitar and each other?\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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