Equine Hair
The horse and I have both let our manes grow a little wild this spring. For her, a wild mane is no issue as long as she can see the grass to graze; she will not be ostracized by the other horses because of her uncultivated hair. Not so for a late middle-aged adult human. My choices are nearly limitless, and many will include ridicule as a matter of course. My wicked hair already elicits whispers. God only knows what it will incite once I dread it.
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