momx4
The braid that was hanging down her back was a symbol, a symbol of where she came from, a symbol of where she was going and a symbol of who she didn't want to be. She wanted to be someone else, but she was the little girl with the braid, born into a hard life.
What is dense, that person down the street is dense. My defenses are dense. This book is very dense. Dense is not thin. But is dense dumb or dumb dense. I don't know. That is what dense is to me. Something that is hard to break through, so are our lives dense or easy to read?