I could look down upon the part in her black hair.

We got them in our hair all the time these days.

But for some reason or other she got in my hair.

A man's hands could get lost in hair like that.

She hadn't felt wind in her hair for nearly a year.

The red rose in her hair had seen better days.

Sometimes I'd go home and it was in my hair.

She turned to run, but a hand caught in her hair.

After a moment she felt his hands moving in her hair again.

Ten years in the job and his once dark hair was white.