Have shorn off the hair. It happens every ten years. I look like a middle aged mother now.
It is nice to get away from the thing that is so tied up with identity. Hair schmair.
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Tomatoes, New Zealand music, chasing wee Babbo with syringes full of insulin, real and virtual communities, potlucks, espresso and beer, goofy hips, and our next holiday.
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Mine is Judi Dench short right now.
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