Some thoughts keep coming back—not because they’re true, but because we’ve stopped pulling them out. ⸻ I have a mole hair. It grows out of a small mole on my right thigh. It’s stiff, pokey, and no matter how many times I pluck it, it always comes back. The plucking part is not simple. Because of my low vision, I have to attempt it by feel. That means I need to accurately locate it and it has to be long enough to grab without grabbing the mole itself. Miss, and I pinch the ski