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The boy was so blond. His hair brought memories of golden wheat fields, of those many hued stems that danced in the autumn light, whispering gentle songs into the wind.

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His hair was strands of a newborn day, of the sunlight that called for us to open our eyes and greet the dawn. It was as if he was born to ride waves, that golden child, our strong hearted blond boy.

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His hair was a mop of blond strands, framing his eyes which were blue like the water bottle caps in the fridge behind him.

By Celestina Black, May 30, 2018.