This last one shows the back, and how her hair lies so perfectly always. It hasn't been washed since last weekend. It hasn't been brushed in days. It has been blowing all around in the humid evening air. She wakes up in the morning with it all matted and sweaty against the side of her head and ten minutes later I swear it just falls right back into it's little shape. I remark to Derek about it all the time. I can't tell you how many hours of teenage angst I would have been spared with hair like that.
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I love the Grace pics, but I realize that I have no idea what her smile looks like. My favorite is the second from last, the B&W one with the wind blowing her hair.
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