"With needle of bone and yarn of hair

That’s handsomely grown with lengths to spare

You’re never alone

When parts of your own

Acquaintances known are made to wear




Like toenails and skin our bodies shed

Our hair we can spin to make a thread

Let harvest begin

Without or within

Of stranger or kin, alive or dead"

(Olof Lundbeck, 2020)

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