Between the braids of hair nestled sand. Dirty grainy sand, accumulated from spending most of her adult life homeless on beautiful white beaches in the Caribbean. The daily plunges in the Atlantic were insufficient to get rid of it, the grains through the years attaching itself to her skull like a smitten girl clings to her suitor. They weren’t going anywhere. By now it was hard to see where the hair ended and the sand started.
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