I found it outside the elementary school where I mentor. Some kid picked it up and tore it in half, but you should have seen it before that. It was a big, beautiful, tragic weave.
The streets of St. Louis are practically crawling with discarded bits of hair: all manner of weaves, extensions, braids and wigs. We're not sure who they once belonged to. We're not sure how they became separated from their owners. But we document them here.
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