A superpower?

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To my fathers displeasure I am one of those people who don’t turn on the light unless I have to.

For as long as I can remember, sticking my hand into the closet and feeling the fabrics, knowing exactly what garment I was touching, was how I found what I was looking for. Cotton isn’t just cotton, hunny; it is knitted, woven and spun in so very many different ways, and therefore a different feel and touch. Even though the majority of my clothes are black, I wanna be so bold to say I can feel colors on my fingertips. If I ever had a superpower, I think this is it…or perhaps just a dope skill. Who’s to say…

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