For a long time she was afeared to cut her hair, lest she cease to draw cries of "Rapunzel, Rapunzel!" from the children in the streets. Quicker cyclists, passing her, called out, "Keep the braid!," which she took as praise. She kept the faith. If she found herself high in Belvedere, she leaned over its stone wall and let her hair unravel. Cameras flashed and shuttered. She held the bow. She didn't stop the stretch.
But there came a hot Thursday in April, when men ditched their coats beside the road and stuck their heads in the newly-cued fountains. Then her mane, wound about her head and pinned up with a host of bobbies and chimbleys, weighed like a trouble. So she abandoned ship well before five 0'clock and made for Astor Place.
Afterwards, her hair cropped to her shoulders in thoughtful layers about her face, the new woman roamed the city. As she stood outside a grocery considering her changed reflection, the wind nearly swept her away like an unmoored ship.
But there came a hot Thursday in April, when men ditched their coats beside the road and stuck their heads in the newly-cued fountains. Then her mane, wound about her head and pinned up with a host of bobbies and chimbleys, weighed like a trouble. So she abandoned ship well before five 0'clock and made for Astor Place.
Afterwards, her hair cropped to her shoulders in thoughtful layers about her face, the new woman roamed the city. As she stood outside a grocery considering her changed reflection, the wind nearly swept her away like an unmoored ship.
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