Our Hair: How I Found Community and Coconut Oil in France
Across the thousands of miles, and the hundreds of years of historical and cultural distance, Albertine and I had our hair in common.
, it’s you I should be thanking.
liberté, égalité, fraternité
with braidsgood
There’s a shop with a flag. Straight ahead on the right.
Right. Left. A droit. A gauche. She said , didn’t she? Okaylook right
—
vous
No way.
But noEveryone pays sixty euros.
What? You have long hair, like a white girl.
Makalah Moore is a freelance writer based in Massachusetts. Her hobbies include travel and 35 mm photography. She is passionate about education, cross cultural exchange, and style.
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