Oddly similar to two years ago, I found a white hair a few scant days before my birthday. This time, the iridescent, pigment-less filament was sprouting forth from my chin. After my previous stark strand fell out, as hair is wont to do, I have yet to notice its re-emergence. At least, that I am aware of.
I am getting old.
As my bones begin to break
my heart slows its pace.
That is all.
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