trusting raze sometimes someone would talk her into seeing a hairdresser. the rest of the time, your grandmother cut her own hair with kitchen shears. she kept it cropped short. it was easier that way. when she was finished, she would ask you to shave her neck with a straight razor. you'd guide the primeval blade over foam-covered flesh age had made almost impossibly soft, removing filament from follicle with the same care she took to clothe you when you were new to the world. 220805 what's it to you? who go blather from