I’m fascinating by my fingernails. I don’t know why. I like to grow one of them long—just to give me something to look at when I’m bored. Even so, I pay rapt attention to all of them. The picture to the left is the nail of my little finger from my left hand. I was growing the same nail on my right hand out but it became so jagged that I had to trim it—that was a sad day. Meantime, my left little-pinky caught up. What a story! I know this is odd. I’m sure it deals with primitive psychosis of right and wrong, good and bad. I’m sure it’s an indicator that I need round-the-clock mental care, but look at the nail! Isn’t it awesome?
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