These handplanes remind me of a regrettable act, that up to this day, I wish never happened. When I was in college; many, many years ago, a situation arose where, with me holding scissors, and a incredibly long nipple hair within snipping distance, I acted out of haste. I leaned in. I reached out. I cut off the hair. I have lit a candle every Sunday for that hair. The guilt, sadness, the sleepless nights. The shame. And then the handplanes. They remind me of Sampson; stronger still. They are beautiful.....
These handplanes remind me of a regrettable act, that up to this day, I wish never happened. When I was in college; many, many years ago, a situation arose where, with me holding scissors, and a incredibly long nipple hair within snipping distance, I acted out of haste. I leaned in. I reached out. I cut off the hair. I have lit a candle every Sunday for that hair. The guilt, sadness, the sleepless nights. The shame. And then the handplanes. They remind me of Sampson; stronger still. They are beautiful.....
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