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I have granny hands and wafer nails. I never grow them and when I am struggling ocd wise it sometimes help to cut them back. Sorry for the ick factor but this appears to be the only thing I took a picture of on this particular day which means I was probably heavily contemplating other things or contemplating how much of all this growing goes on and just passes, unremarked, steadily stretching out behind us, skin, teeth, hair, nails. A friend once told me he thought he was the same person between his ribs even while all else around his body changes. Hard to know when your body is you or not, like a nail it grows on, past the boundary of what you think of as you to become matter, material with a regularity we probably do well not to consider too carefully.

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