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Superimposed upon my face in the mirror is my mother’s. I am about to comb my hair, but here she is, brushing hers, her thick, wavy, white hair.
We quarrelled about hair.
“D…
Contributor:
E. M. Broner
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1995