I look down to see a hair curled along the ground. As I bend down to get a better view, the hair flusters and folds. I can see neither an end nor a beginning.
Taking its gage between my fingers, I realize the hair is born of my chin, still attached.
February 12, 2008 by picturesclerk
I look down to see a hair curled along the ground. As I bend down to get a better view, the hair flusters and folds. I can see neither an end nor a beginning.
Taking its gage between my fingers, I realize the hair is born of my chin, still attached.
