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When I was nine my grandmother taught me to brush my hair as she had learned to do. I was to stand with my head hung to my knees, with my hair flipped over the back of my head, and I was to brush my hair in steady strokes. I returned to an upright position, my hair would cloud my vision with its new buoyancy. Consequently, I never brushed my hair like this, nor do I frequently brush my hair at all due to similarly flouncy results no matter which technique I use. Today, I flipped my hair à la grandmère. I'm feeling very Pre-Raphaelite and hope you are, too. It's a wonderful, romantic way to be. 

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