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March 25, 2008
Azure

Azure had mystical blue hair. It rippled down her back like a waterfall, and it felt as silky as water to the touch. When she grew angry, her hair would freeze and become cold, as though she had put gel in it. Azure’s hair was more than just hair; it reflected every minute change in her personality. She felt this was a curse; she could never have any private thoughts anymore. They would all be reflected in the glass mirror of her oceanic hair. It was because of this that she decided to perfect hiding her thoughts far below.