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Curls

I sit here, playing with curls I haven’t had in years. The pandemic and a bad haircut from Mom midway through let me take a break from my typical pixie style. Truth be known, I started growing it out for you.

So it makes me sad as I know, nothing is as it was before. Thinned, grey and coal black hair even though I color it, can’t hide from age. My crown no longer flows with beautiful tresses, and this year’s stress has taken its toll.

I will enjoy my curls a few days more. Then mourn a little on Wednesday as they fall and bounce on the floor. It has to be done though; I look a mess. This Wonder Woman no longer can no longer carry a full head of locks. I guess the Ruby Rose look will have to do.

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