Hues of brown are every kind of relaxation to my soul and so his hair was beautiful to my eyes and heart.
He was the chestnut and the acorn, the seed of everything good to come, our brown haired boy. We could see the mighty goodness within him that branched out into all that he did at play. He was nature's child and our honour to raise.
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