Brooch

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Peering in the mirror, I apply

Mascara, lipstick and hair supplies.

I add a hat to hide my short-haired mess,

And don a white scarf and heart necklace.

I recheck my face, mostly OK with what was there.

My eyes drawn down to the desk, I stop and stare.

A gold and orange-rock antique...

Something old and beautiful for me to keep.

So I lift the brooch, and clip it to my white scarf; how lovely.

I adjust everything twice, and head out the door, shining goldly.

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