The second time...
Last time...something happened.
Dad went on a business trip, and bought me this beautiful bobby pin with a clay flag on the end...
Here are the pics:
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for so long, they never right themselves:
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. --Robert Frost, "Birches"
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