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  11. Yes, I have still not quite sorted out properly how to balance the fact that our blogs are global, holidays diverse…how to address the variations. We’ll be into the soup by Sunday afternoon here.

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  31. I’d seen him a few times over the last decade, at least, with his long gray locks, though doing other songs of his. I had not seen him do this wonderfully iconic story 40 years later. I must admit, given my own gray mane, it was, and often is a strange relief when I see that.

    May your day be joyous!

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  33. Standing in line at the Post Office this AM. I had made copies of photos taken together for a visiting friend and wanted to get them delivered to her door by the time she arrived home. It was a long line: Four grey ponytails, two wild free fizzes of white, an applaud worthy mane to the waist of white streaked gray/black hair. One pink, one purple, and five brown, blonde cascade of tresses. Four beautiful black heads tossing hair of Spanish, Native American, Asian and African hair I always wanted and had no genes for. Standing there knowing my decision to no longer color and cut my hair is a good one. Whatever happens next and last, it will look like me.

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  34. That sounds familiar… I went through a rainbow of color over the years. Now I’m just mostly gray, though the hair which remains long from 18 years ago, is brownish. I also stopped coloring, and cutting, but it somehow is still getting shorter. I’ve taken to wearing caps a lot. πŸ™‚ What I like most about who looks back at me in the mirror, is that I see that I do look like my mom. I’m happy with that.

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