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Hair Cutting ages

December 6, 2020December 6, 2020 wherethetimewalksLeave a comment
When I turned 7 years old I asked my mom to cut my hair. I remember her crying while braiding it to finally use the scissors. After that she kept the braid in a shoe box.
Hair as a heart

When I turned 7 years old I asked my mom to cut my hair. I remember her crying while braiding it to finally use the scissors. After that she kept it in a shoe box.

My mom used to cut a piece of my hair every year to keep it in the family album. This is my first piece.

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Blues, como el mar y los días…

December 5, 2020December 5, 2020 wherethetimewalksLeave a comment

Estaban los azules, un larguísimo puente y el mar. Tuve que doblar el paisaje para navegar.

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