Her hair

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English isn't my first language so I apologize for any silly mistakes I made, unfortunately I don't have a beta reader, so again, sorry.

And her hair, oh her hair.
So beautiful under the moonlight,
Oh so long it touches her feet.
Oh so shiny and healthy it looks like glitter under the light.
Oh so pretty.
Oh so delicate.
Oh so dazzling.
Oh so alluring.
Oh so elegant.
Indeed, she's the most  pulchritudinous and beautiful being to ever exist.

I feel bad for her, as she is the prettiest yet the loneliest thing to ever exist. She and her hair.

She used to cut her hair every time is got past her shoulders, you know.
"Keeping it that way means less trouble then growing it out." She used to say, not to anyone in particular as she was destined to be the loneliest being in existence. But she still did.

One day she saw a small little fox, she didn't understand where he came from. As she lives on a small and deserted island in the sea of dreams, it should be impossible for a fox to get there. But oh well, there they are, sitting on the sand watching the waves come and go, forgetting what they promised god as they go up. And remembering it as they go down.

They ran, they walked, the ate, they laughed, they cried and whimpered, they loved.

They loved the sound of the sea, they loved growing out their own food, they loved going on walks, but the most important one, they loved eachother.

That's why, when the time came. She cried, only she, as the fox wasn't able to anymore. For he departed this cruel world.

In the time they were together, she let her hair grow, and grow. For he loved it, cuddling in her hair whilst she sang, or read for him. She let it grow.

So when he no longer cuddled with her, she cried. Her eyes red and puffy, her cheeks full of half dry tears. As she was bawling and sobbing and wailing so hard even god heard her, the god she despised and loathed oh so much. For he is the reason she was trapped here, in this small island.

"Hair holds memories" he told her. "Instead of crying, smile. Laugh. Memories exist to for us to smile while recalling them." He said, how dare he? After everything he did, how dare he?

But she listened, she kept her hair as long and as fluffy as she could, so when he came back, he would cuddle her once again.

And if he didn't, at least she had the memories.

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