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            It cuts, slowly, grabbing at the walls of survival: facial hair that wouldn't be cut 'till now. Pulling painfully, at first, then it's gone: the moments of overcoming now overcome. It goes, little by little, as "the lawn" is "mowed" of hair that was shaved clean. Little by little it falls. Little by little I laugh inside, seeing how funny it would be if I went out in public with half my head shaved. The child-like nature in me laughs, then I finish, growing as the adult and the inner child create life together. 

             The child-like nature smiles at the creativity of a shaver made by a dreamer, smiles at the wordplay of "hooks" that came to him as the electric razor pulled painfully at thick facial hair; smiles because of creativity NOT pain found then. The adult in me smiles at responsibility done, a fresh weight of hair properly removed. They stand side by side inside, grateful for the opportunity to work well together; where the adult and the child inside live, and I'm grateful for the unique and whole approach to living and NOT just surviving experienced there. 

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