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Apr 7, 2025

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My hair was never up

in eleventh grade

because when I parted it into ponytails

and attended a youth group dinner

for a trip I had been left behind for

following my accident

Father Thomas stood behind me

and moved them aside

so he could see my scar.

“It’s framed.

If you didn’t like it,

why would you do your hair like that?”

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