In each chain of passage, they were the unconcerned and nonchalant pieces in the presence of a frenetic breath. Heavy strings, they were the greater hair; passed and slip through the strict and harsh, again and again. They were always neat, shiny and cultured. These pieces of greater hair can be harvested, modeled and fashioned. Weaving greater hair makes it even greater.
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In the presence of breath and comb in the chain of passage only produced greater and lesser hair, nothing in between. For breath is life, struggle, and for comb is judgement.
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Behind The Fabricated Curtain
Non-FictionA series of short stories consist of a personal perspective in the modern world.
