I dreamed that Puck came back. He had lost his leg, so I made him one from my own hair. I fitted tiny thorns in for the claws. I tucked it up under the feathers, against the bone. Then he jumped up on my shoulder, and never left me again.
The hair... I think of what that one old hair dressser said about how we store our emotions in our hair. Or what the Peruvians believe about falling in love with those who find your hair. Once Puck is tied to your hair you are tied together. T-rese
these dreams will make for a very nice short story someday. I'm eager to hear of the next revelation in the Puck saga.
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The hair... I think of what that one old hair dressser said about how we store our emotions in our hair. Or what the Peruvians believe about falling in love with those who find your hair. Once Puck is tied to your hair you are tied together.
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I thought of that, too, Terese! And how some people (myself included) always cut their hair when they're distressed or making a transition.
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