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The woman at the end of the platform stepped from the shade into the sunlight, her apparently mahogany hair suddenly shining chestnut, reds brining warmth and light from within the dark strands.

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Katrina's hair was poker straight with warm chestnut hues, an under tone of red woven right into the brown. The summertime had added a few streaks of gold from where she had sat in the sun, basking, letting the laziness of the season seep right in.

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When the bank clerk looks up Tom almost stutters. Against gothic-white skin lies hair of pure chestnut, radiating the warmth of winter hearths and echoing the colours of her eyes.

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The browns of Gloria's hair had so much life to them, not mousey, not like wood chopped and left to dry in summer heat. They were fresh, warm, with hues of sunrise melted into the chocolate strands.

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Within the blonde were chestnut strands that brought out the freckles on Amy's skin. The gold melted into her outdoors-girl summer hue and as she walked the hair played peek-a-boo with the muscles of her back.

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Peeking through thick hair were eyes of palest blue, the warm reddish brown guarding the pools of cool water, and all the while the smallest of smiles played on her dusky lips.

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Her hair is more rosewood than black walnut, more like fresh chestnuts with their glossy skins in autumn light.

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Her hair glowed like dark honey. It ran down in rivers of reds and browns as each rivulet shone deeply. Each individual strand was a soft feather falling. The hair was radiant with passion trying to bring eyes to look at the depths of the auburn like hair reminding all those of autumn and better times.

By thomasg, August 10, 2014.