What a discovery. My hair loves the mist and the atmosphere of the PNW vs the dry cold of NYC. Who knew.
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Hair
Hair on the floor, under the seat of a subway car at 11 pm. Not a lot, a nice curved six inch pony tail ball in a lovely muted red color. We had boarded the ‘A’ train at the beginning of the run at 207th, and didn’t notice is at first. While chatting, at around …