The beach was beginning to fill up, but she still commanded the ten square feet of sand that surrounded her. The wind whipped her hair in and out of her face, and on and off her shoulders. Naturally wavy and frizzy, reaching to her shoulder blades, her hair calmed in the humid ocean air, and she liked the way it seemed to take on a life of its own after having been tossed in the consistency of the ocean breeze. As much as she loved coming home to shower off the sand that clung to her like tiny magnets, she always waited to wash her hair until the next morning so she could savor the reckless allure her wild beach hair afforded her.

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