In the humidity of the Carribean, Faye's normally wavy hair sprung into boing-boing curls. I wound them round my fingers and rubbed them against my cheeks. Then, while she slept in my lap on the flight home, I watched them wilt in the dry cabin air. Now she's back to being wavy (but she's still really cute).
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Curly q
In the humidity of the Carribean, Faye's normally wavy hair sprung into boing-boing curls. I wound them round my fingers and rubbed them against my cheeks. Then, while she slept in my lap on the flight home, I watched them wilt in the dry cabin air. Now she's back to being wavy (but she's still really cute).
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