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What's done is done

As I watched my lank hair falling on the floor, I thought the variety of hairstyles that I will not be able to use (and which in the end I do not know how to make, nor do I have the patience, grace or skill) and I saw scroll through all my friends and their beautiful hair in front of me.

passed first to the many who envy their gray hair. He has black hair, straight, shiny, silver crossed by streaks of light. It leads not bother coloring. And it looks beautiful. Neither seems to have time to comb and also address their work in promoting cultural and meet his family. Then I thought Li
often twisted take his clothes to match with colorful and dreamy lashes. Her skirts are moved back and forth with it, if it is its association with another, and after a meeting of women to another and from one activity to another citizen. Beautiful
both.

Needless to say my fat. L that has the wildest Chinese and knows how to bring together with feline eyes and dark skin, so according to his strong character and yet cuddly, like a kitten then transformed into a lioness. Our beloved W
the smartest blond, tasty and willing the universe. Always perfectly groomed, wearing his green big eyes and causing all sorts of passions around her. Generous to all and all (how could deny the world such tastiness?)
Of course, my godmother ... with his perfect smile and his dimples (dimples woman with a bad woman) who would have no comb. And even if it does, or use a bit of makeup is beautiful and no man who knows no love was fatally ill. And
G, which makes the hair outside their modus vivendi, and knows how to port it over glamorous, combed or carded, red, green or blue wig and without a wig, the jicama made woman.

I think of them and all others, and fuck, what are precious.

I will not compare. None
compared.
You too, my friends who read me, and I know through many letters, they are beautiful, I know.

Serve this post as a tribute to the women I live and I live and as a memorial to the hairs are gone, and the woman who was no longer with both epithelium. Health

, with my cup of coffee!