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hair smooth shoulders
He smiled tolerantly at her. Rubbing his smooth chin its recently assassinated chin hairs, he studied her. She barely came up to Ronan's shoulder, but she was every bit as big as he, every bit as present. Maggie Stiefvater
hair littles dragonflies
I got to keep a clip for my hair. It had a pretty little dragonfly on it and I got to keep it Mackenzie Foy
hair choices these-days
I don't have much choice these days in how I have my hair. Mackenzie Crook
hair shadow trifles
The smallest hair throws its shadow. [Ger., Das kleinste Harr wirft seinen Schatten.] Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
hair brain frogs
Do I have a large frog in my hair? I have the sensation that something is eating my brain. Joaquin Phoenix
hair tease
Tease hair, not homos! James St. James
hair hands mind
Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me. James Patterson
hair ice wind
Don’t ever leave me again,” I said in a tiny voice. I won’t,” he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. “I won’t. Not ever.” And just like that, a cold shard of ice that had been inside my chest ever since we’d split up-well, it just disappeared. I felt myself relax for the first time in I don’t known how long. The wind was chilly, but the sun was bright, and my whole flock was together. Fang and I were together. Excuse me? I’m alive too.” Iggy’s plaintive voice made me pull back.
hair natural composer
I was not influenced by composers as much as by natural objects and physical phenomena. Edgard Varese
wind political ugly
I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction. Barack Obama
wind doe earth
Once we agree on the future, the present will be much easier. A captain who does not know where he wants to sail, there is no wind on Earth that will bring him there. We have first to decide where we want to go, where we want to sail. Ami Ayalon
wind roots people
Over the millennia the seed of stories planted in the fertile soil of bits and scraps of facts was watered by wishes and began to take root and grow. Eventually, a bountiful fruit of rumors burst forth, to be spread on the wind of whispers that said we hid a fabled hoard of gold. Nothing could convince the believers that it was not true. The truth does not glitter for these people like gold does. Terry Goodkind