I Dream of Quiet Hands

A few nights ago, I leaned forward toward the bathroom mirror and plucked a white hair from the top of my head and then stood paralyzed, examining it.  I ran it through my finger tips, feeling its wiry texture and its sticky white root.

Read more: https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/hands/201805/i-dream-quiet-hands

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