Happiness Is Seeing You Smile...

... as we entered Blue Onion, dance music reverbrating throughout the building, dancers in a frenzy (so very young!), their shadows chasing each other across the room even as the music moved your body, your face lit up brighter than even the whitest strobe lights that kept flashing in our eyes...

... as the Basement hairstylist cut your hair, patiently grown, inch by inch, to neck-length until one day, you decided that you would not conform, would not be normal, and risk it all by having it cut short according to a design that would appeal to your sad, sad heart, the scissors shearing away layers of burdens...

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