Monday, October 3, 2016

Tyranny of the Hairdresser


Unmentioned to date and deserving is the loose, colourful scarf worn by the Sultanas parading here in their Sunday finest tied securely at the throat, but billowing either side as they pass along the pavement. Even with these faintest of zephyrs on the equator a blooming-blossoming that almost lifts them off their feet and the observer leaping to rescue. Round, chubby pumpkin heads that ordinarily might fail to win the favour of any male eye suddenly transformed. Reminds a lad of the wings of the dauntingly chaste nuns crossing a courtyard suggesting flight and heavenly glory. The severely tested Western gal nakedly displayed with all her flaws by comparison.


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