i have not cut my hair in a year, now.
that is astounding.
the ends are frayed
the hair skims the small of my back.
i have almost become attached to it.
i do not want to let it go.
it has been through so much with me this year.
it knows me well.
that sounds so silly.
oh my.
it is my golden cape,
protecting me from fears.
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