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Lillie McFerrin Writes
A mirror ran the length of the conference room and as Beth turned her attention to the documents before her, she noted that the younger woman to her right used the moment to run one hand over her long black hair.
Beth remembered that reflex, the one that went with taking for granted how many heads would turn as she entered a room.
She looked down with satisfaction at her hands, now embossed with learning how to shape her own life.
Age had freed her; her hair, her skin, her body were all finally her own.
Now emancipated from beauty, she smiled at the staff before her as she opened her meeting.