hair space

Hangover Rx: “The old ‘hair of the dog’ is pretty much just a myth,” says White.

I pictured him as slim and young looking, smooth-faced, with golden curly hair, and big brown eyes.

He was tall and of familiar figure, and the firelight was playing in the tossed curls of his short, fair hair.

His hair was darker—almost brown save at the temples, where age had faded it to an ashen colour.

He frowned, and bent his head, and his long hair fell over his face, while the poor Stuttgardter sat there like a beaten hound.

He stood before the glass hung above the wash bench and 369 smoothed his hair.