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IN
COMMEMORATION
December
9
19S3
to
February
9
19S4
One day it became less important for all of them to be equal so I cut the hairs on my head. They had grown equally for fourteen months from nothing to a great mass of floating, flying, undulating, curling tresses.
Why had I shaved my head? One: I wanted a new beginning. Two: I wanted each hair to be equal to each other hair all over my head.
Then one day, exactly fourteen months later the annoyance of all that bobbing, flowing hair outweighed the love of their equality. Having no desire to shave again, I simply
cut close with the
scissors
until I had a cap of
long whiskers again:
an illusion of equality
but far from the real thing.
I had begun
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