I started getting the occasional grey hair around 45, but it's still almost all luxuriously thick, dark and sexy. Sometimes, when it's windy, I stand outside and just allow the breeze to rush through my luscious locks, and people will stop, stare, and ask: "Are you a hair model for a fashionable magazine?"
I just smile a little and say, "You're blocking my wind, paisan. Please move aside and let the wonder-top keep on giving joy to the world."
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Better educated sadness than oblivious joy.
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