As sunlit waves, as white lace upon the sea, her blonde were the perfect kind of wild.
If you have ever witnessed a blush of white in graphite cloud, if you've ever seen whitest cream in a coffee cup, then you can imagine how that splash of blonde hair lit up every scene that was lucky enough to have her in it.
As if starlight and wintry boughs had swirled together in some lucid dream, his blonde hair was every hue from buttermilk to brown.
Her blonde hair was every hue from white-spun sun to golden browns, all married into long flowing locks.
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