Big Change Chronicles: Moving Across Town, Remembering What Home Means
I discovered the first grey in my hair on Christmas day – several grey hairs, actually. Grey is not easy to detect in blond, but there they were, unmistakably. They looked quite beautiful (if I may say so myself): My head of straw was given a quiet shine of distinction by just a dozen strategically located, individual hairs. For all…
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