It's a charming notion, and has such a grand ring to it, along the lines of 'I will hold beauty as a shield against despair.' But then, Hebrews is a very grand book.
Michael is so very helpful with my personal grooming, ever ready to pluck a stray hair that escapes from my ponytail and trails down my back. Sometimes he's a bit zealous about this, grasping at a hair that's not yet lost its grip. Me: 'Ow!' Michael: 'Oh, are you still using this?' Last night ~ Michael: 'Whup! There's an 'air!' (pause) 'Not in the progeny sense.'
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