A moment unfolds. There you stand, facing the glass, tired of limp hair clinging like static. Out of nowhere comes a shift - waves appear, loose and sun-kissed, shaped like wind had a hand in them. Not costume pieces from decades past, these lace fronts carry weight through density, each strand placed on purpose. Roots dissolve into your own, blurring where wig ends and skin begins. They behave...
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