Art project of people and sparrows
My long and beautiful braid was growing since I was born, but in my teens I decided to get rid of it, to be like all the others, to have a cool haircut. I took my father's big scissors and cut it off. But I haven't become like all the others. And I didn't need to, as sub-conscious dreams often do not correspond to real dreams. So I started to grow my braid again.
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