Ramblin Christian Gypsy

Aug 28 2012

The Socialist State Of My Makeup Bag.

There’s an unspoken language between myself and young Scarlett.

A kind of intuited short hand.

And it’s only spoken when it comes to lip gloss.

Whoever first applies will then hand it to the other without being asked,

before assessing the other’s need,

and even without expecting thanks or big to do.

Happens in the car, at home, at church.

I didn’t even think it was funny or unusual until other people did.

Now that i think about it…kinda funny.

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