Testing the waters makes sense. It makes perfect sense to see what you're getting into before you immerse yourself in it, perhaps risking your life. Most of the time, though, you're risking your comfort, not your life. You're holding your timidity up against something constant, somehting that will not change itself for you. You will change for it, if you want to be there. So testing the waters is bullshit. You are testing yourself.
On second look, she was prettier than I'd remembered. She wasn't made up, she was frazzled, hair out of place and frayed on top. She had her hands full with children and she was beautiful. One could see the softness of her manner, the slope of her nose. The distance between us played a role as well. Magnifying, anchoring, providing means for a good stare, making a picture. She looked like she was having a conversation with herself: brows straight, eyes wide, lips not moving but mouth perched.
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