From silky shine to dreaded dreads, to set, onto the girl’s head, photographed, posing, back on the slab, tired dreadful dreads, to rested pretty hair.
I never throw away the hair I work with. It’s a loyal friend, especially when treated with love. In fact, damaged hair is the most pliable, malleable, cooperative, beautiful hair, that flourishes with a gentle nudge.

Kinda like people; the most damaged are the most beautiful inside, under the rough exterior.