 If I curl my upper lip just right, I can feel them as they touch the skin just beneath my nose. The caress of the facial hair is not unwelcome, I find. It is much more pleasant on my sensitive skin than my husband’s five o’clock shadow can be.
I have peach fuzz. Not an all-out mustache, but peach fuzz.
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AuthorCyndia is a writer based out of San Diego, whose past experiences include six years in the Navy (full of lovely sea-sickness), many adventures working in customer service, and being happily dragged across the country while her husband finishes his own career in the military. When not writing essays, articles, women's fiction/suspense novels, or paranormal novellas, Cyndia can be found reading, cooking, hiking, homeschooling her son, watching HGTV, or unapologetically wasting time on Pinterest and other social media outlets. You can keep up with her musings here or on Facebook. Archives
September 2015
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