It was red,
dark
and deep,
a wavy sea
of curls,
hanging halfway down her back.
I would have loved
to have drowned myself in it.
To have forgotten myself in it.
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Reviewed by June Thompson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 20, 2004
I used to dye my hair dark red
My youngest has beautiful red ringlet hair.. not quite the color I'd dreamt of but more of what I'd wanted in a dream
Jason Chase, a man filled with personal demons, only wanted to finish his manuscript. But all his carefully laid plans disappear when a stranger showed up at his front door claiming to be his long-lost father.
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My youngest has beautiful red ringlet hair.. not quite the color I'd dreamt of but more of what I'd wanted in a dream