As a place, her name meant a forest in Israel. Deep. Dark. Impenetrable. The one Sharon I knew growing up was gorgeous, the kind of girl I would have deemed unapproachable, unwilling to notice my existence. She wasn't at all. She was warm, salt of the earth, ready to laugh; a fellow conspirator. Each Sharon who followed had an advantage by gift of her name.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sharon
As a place, her name meant a forest in Israel. Deep. Dark. Impenetrable. The one Sharon I knew growing up was gorgeous, the kind of girl I would have deemed unapproachable, unwilling to notice my existence. She wasn't at all. She was warm, salt of the earth, ready to laugh; a fellow conspirator. Each Sharon who followed had an advantage by gift of her name.
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