she has frost
in her hair. go for it,
I tell her.
go silver.
go white.
go boldly into the next
phase of
your hair
life.
I show her mine
and tell her how hard
it was
at first, but no more.
I like
the shine,
the saving of time
in washing,
in combing.
a new hat fits so
nicely, less
is just fine.
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