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That long-haired youth is rude.
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Red-haired people tend to have freckles.
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The beautiful, black-haired girl was in the park.
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His long-haired, blond, Teddy Bear hamster was called Jabberwocky.
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It's a picture of Mary and her long-haired boyfriend.
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She has a thing about red-haired people.
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A white-haired man was playing an accordion outside the shop.
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That gray-haired man is Tom's father.
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He married a dark-haired Italian girl.
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He asked the strawberry-haired girl, who was behind the counter, some questions.
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The name comet comes from the Latin word cometa which means "long-haired".
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The little fair-haired lad took a big pin out of his pocket, and stuck it into the back of the Irishman's coat without his noticing it, whereupon he fell sound asleep.
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This man is red-haired like a fox, white-skinned like a town-wench, and he will soon be as bearded as a he-goat.
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At the door of the house we were met by a tall, white-faced, flaxen-haired man, with a notebook in his hand, who rushed forward and wrung my companion's hand with effusion.
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Beside him lay a little child, with her round white arms encircling his brown sinewy neck; and her golden-haired head resting upon the breast of his velveteen tunic.
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Sami followed the blond-haired woman.
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Sami followed the blond-haired woman out of the store.
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Sami was following another blond-haired woman.
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He was a small, slim, clean-shaven, prim-faced man, flaxen-haired and lean-jawed, between thirty and forty years of age, dressed in a grey suit and wearing a straw hat.
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His golden lyre long-haired Iopas tunes, / and sings what Atlas taught in loftiest strain.
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Tom is a black-haired man.
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He was flaxen-haired and handsome, in a washed-out negative fashion, with frightened blue eyes, and a clean-shaven face, with a weak, sensitive mouth.
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The other was about fifteen years younger, short, stout, ruddy-faced, and red-haired, with an open, resolute, and cheerful eye.
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The other was about fifteen years younger, short, stout, ruddy-faced, and red-haired, with an open, resolute, and cheerful eye, to which careless and fearless freedom and inward daring gave fire and expression, notwithstanding its light grey colour.
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Is she brown, blonde or red-haired? – I don't know.
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My girlfriend is red-haired.
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What is this dark-haired man doing?
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The grey-haired old man smiled contentedly.
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I'm a curly-haired, blue-eyed angel.
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A white-haired man in a tailcoat appears on the screen.
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Mary is a red-haired girl.

The trim, silver-haired 56-year-old has soaring approval ratings.

The neighbor has a beautiful long-haired cat.

Cookie is a long-haired cat.

Cookie is a short-haired cat.

Ziri was short-haired.

I returned to the cafe in the afternoon of the 7th of November of 2021. As I lined up to order my iced green tea, two dark-haired white men in black leather with three small children were ahead of me. One girl was dressed in a pink Halloween costume. Yes, for some like me, Halloween extends through Christmas.

Before 8 o'clock in the morning of the 8th of November of 2021 at the cafe, I sat drinking iced green tea and eating banana bread. At the front table sat a Filipino woman talking in Tagalog in her cellphone. A big brown-haired man in blue and grey waited at the counter. On my way home, passing by were a brown-haired girl in black and a brown-haired boy in black, who exclaimed, "They think Esperanto is more like a violin..."

Feeling a bit sedentary, I took my second walk in the morning of the 8th of November of 2021. By around 10:30, I was at the pizzeria. The pizza vendor was a chunky Hindu Sri Lankan. Then, at the cafe, I was drinking coffee-infused iced oat milk. A couple, both brown-haired, sat at the table across the room. The man in a green jacket, light brown pants, and grey garden clogs was in good shape. I wanted to see him nude. The woman was wearing a red scarf. He was reading a fat book, whilst she was using a tablet computer. A trio of Mandarin-speakers seated themselves at a table next to the couple. A muscular Arab man who was frequent at the cafe entered. Chris the half-English half-Japanese barista in a black shirt with the red-lettered word "PARIS" and in green pants entered.

Sitting on the sleigh, wrapped in a shaggy sheepskin coat, was a red-haired man.

The actress Sigourney Weaver played a black-haired woman in the movie Alien, but was a brunette in the movie Avatar.

Damien is one of my more recent friends from when I was living in Vancouver, BC. We have both natural languages and artificial languages as common hobbies. He tutored me in French online when he was still living in Ottawa. A memorable occasion was when we ate in a Mexican restaurant Tio Pepe's on stylish Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC. We enjoy chatting about languages. He likes all of Esperanto, Interlingua, and Ido, and not just those conlangs. He is darkly brown-haired of Polish descent.

Robert was a bearded, black-haired Jewish manager in the Japanese software company. He introduced me into the company. He teased me about liking to eat colourful ice cream parfaits there in Tokyo. We together liked to hike the eerie, but fascinating alleyways there. Unfortunately, he cut his job term short because he had to go back to Washington State to marry his Chinese girlfriend. I attended his wedding in Seattle. I was a bit late because I mis-estimated the time to get there driving from the BC border. Robert bought a brand-new house.

Robert was a strange, lanky brown-haired kid in Grade 5. After the students had gone swimming and were in the dressing room, Robert would exclaim like an adult, "I have nothing to hide."

Danny was a strange brown-haired musician boy in the neighbouring Grade 6 class. He liked to play the piano and seemed the Hunchback of Notre Dame of the big classroom, which our Grade 5 shared.

In my first year of university at UBC, in 1984, there was an Esperanto Club meeting at the International House, whose architecture seemed like it was from the 1960s. There, I heard my first live Esperanto conversation between a young black-haired white man and an elderly white woman.

At my university's Aquatic Centre, I was surprised one day to see Vuk, the black-haired Eastern European who was a Chemical Engineering student, inside the sauna. I couldn't see clearly without my eyeglasses.

In the morning of the 27th of January of 2022, there was a tall handsome dark-haired man with his little Eurasian daughter, both sitting at a front table in the cafe.

In the raining morning of the 30th of January of 2022, at the cafe, I was drinking my iced black tea. My friend Don walked to a front table, as we discussed his electronic-book reader, which he has had for over ten years. I have a similar device. Later, a handsome black-haired bearded man, maybe an Arab, approached the counter. He was wearing a black T-shirt and grey rugby pants. He had very hairy arms. Afterwards, I went to the pizzeria.

Having woken up late, in the afternoon of the 4th of February of 2022, I was drinking my iced black tea at the cafe, and I saw a handsome dark-haired boy in a dark-grey tracksuit. Later, at the pizzeria, I asked the name of the muscular Sri Lankan owner, who was sitting there; his name is Tharsan.

As a teenage Lulu Islander, I kept different hamsters as pets. I had a large long-haired bear-like hamster whom I named Jabberwocky. I had another hamster, blond and short-haired, whom I named Twiki.

Before dawn of the 17th of February of 2022, I had a pizza sandwich and a can of Thai iced tea at a corner convenience store. I went home. As the sun came out, I went to drink iced black tea at the cafe, where there were some students. Later, at the pizzeria, I had a spicy pizza slice, a cheese pizza slice, and iced tea. Through the side window, I could see a dark-haired man in dark-green shorts, as he paced back and forth, his hairy muscular legs showing.

After eleven in the morning of the 18th of February of 2022, I was eating and drinking at the pizzeria. Some customers entered. Notable was a young dark-haired long-haired bearded man with a dark-green jacket, blue jeans, and red running shoes. A boy and his dad, a round-headed chubby muscular man in a black T-shirt and grey rugby pants, entered.

On the 25th of February of 2022, it seemed an uneventful, sleepy day. Before dawn, I had a cold canned Thai tea drink and ketchup potato chips from a corner convenience store. After lunchtime, at the cafe, I had my usual iced black tea. Around there were some black-haired men. At the pizzeria, I had two slices and an iced black effervescent drink.

Today on the 14th of April of 2015, is an appointment at the doctor's. In the late morning, on my way, I stop at the Roman Catholic worship centre, a mid-20th-century brown building. A bell rings as it is the end of recess for the noisy children at the adjacent school. It is practically empty in the spacious interior of the worship centre, except for a middle-aged, dark-haired Caucasian woman by the candles and an Oriental who looks like George Takei and who passes me by as he heads out. I sit at the pew, centre right. The banners above are in faded pastels, blue, pink, yellow, and green, with three butterflies printed on them each. A month ago, the banners were all purple. The statue of floating JC, front centre, is adorned in white and yellow cloth. The standing cross to the right is covered with green paper bits. I stand up and walk to the lobby area. Therein, I marvel at the Mexican Santa María painting and whisper the Spanish words on the caption. I gaze at the elegant photographs of Pope Francis and some other high-level religious authority figure. As I exit the building, a Filipino woman approaches the statue of white and blue Virgin Mary at the outside corner.

In the morning of the 27th of February of 2022, on my way out of my Lulu Island house, I saw my neighbours the redhead Rochelle of Russian-Mennonite ancestry and the grey-haired moustached Al from the Anglophone section of Montreal; he was from many generations of Canadians. He said that he did not know French, when he lived in Montreal. I ate a slice of pesto cheese pizza at the pizzeria. The vendor was from Mumbai. Through the window, I could see a young brown-blond-haired man in a dark-grey hooded jacket and blue shorts, which made him look like a "big boy." At the cafe, there was an under-age-30 crowd of ten outside, of whom one looked like a handsome Jew. Inside was a table of five or six over-age-30 people, of whom one was a handsome tomboy in a dark-green jacket and army-green pants. I drank my iced black tea. Heading out of the cafe, I saw the "big boy" smoking in the wooded park. I took the long route home, through the grassy school field littered with goose poop, the northern snowcapped mountains obscured by clouds, an Animistic-Buddhistic view seemingly of a different planet. Near my house, parked in a truck were Olivia and Daniel. Olivia was studying Biochemistry. In the back seat of the truck was a fully black German Shepherd.

After ten o'clock in the morning on the 4th of March of 2022, on Lulu Island, on my way to the pizzeria, I took the long route through the school playground and field, and I sat in the little gazebo, as I gazed at the grey-sky vista. After lunchtime, sunny then, I went to the cafe for iced black tea. There were old Russian men, perhaps with a bit of Hun or other Mongoloid ancestry. A handsome medium-height dark-haired bearded man in army-green pants was waiting in line. Like engraved or sculpted through his light sweater in light grey were his nipples and tight muscles. At my table, a brown student seated himself to eat a black box of sushi with chopsticks and drink a red can of black cola. There were many multiracial students standing around.

My friend David had a long-haired white cat with blue eyes. Its Cantonese name was Mou4mou4 for "hair-hair." It was so soft.

She's a blonde-haired girl.

Ziri has a black long-haired cat.

She was a flaxen-haired girl from the North Sea coast.

I have a black and white-haired dog named Simba.

Latin Americans have never been treated as blond-haired "human beings" with blue eyes by the West.

Anticipating Halloween, now the 21st of August of 2022, I'm currently reading Bram Stoker's 19th-century Dracula in Spanish. I've read parts of it before in Italian. I've previously viewed the movie, with Keanu Reeves, from 1992, in English, then Spanish. The white-haired vampire in the Transylvanian castle reminds me of my maternal grandmother.

I was short-haired.

You were short-haired.

He was short-haired.

She was short-haired.

Rima was short-haired.

Ziri and Rima were short-haired.

Rima and Skura were short-haired.

We were short-haired.

They were short-haired.

Ziri found a blue-haired woman crying in the woods.

He was fair-haired and fair-complexioned, yet not insipid looking, for his eyes were deeply blue, or at least appeared so, thanks to their bordering of dark eyelashes.

In the morning of the 26th of March of 2023, Greg and I, both Filipinos, were talking in the teahouse, as I had my nth order of Strawberry Oat Matcha Latte and Greg, having already finished his coffee, attended to his newspapers and magazines. The barista at the cashier was Stefania, a beautiful black-haired Italian with an accent. Marlin, my Filipina friend, was sitting at a corner near the window. Near the counter stood a handsome head-shaven Japanese-looking man who was fluent in English. Greg and I discussed martial arts. There were the karate, judo, aikido, and kendo in Japan. There was the kung fu in China. There was the capoeira in Brazil. There was the arnis de mano in the Philippines. We mentioned Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan, famous martial artists in the movie industry.

My high-school brown-haired friend Kevin boastfully adored everything about his English heritage, from the Rolls Royce to the Royal Family. He sometimes wore a black top hat for fun. One day, my gang with Kevin discussed the intrusion of Latin into the English language. He gleefully cited the word "fix" as a true Anglo-Saxon word, which I negated, indicating that it really derived from the Latin "fīgere." He knew that as a Filipino, I had also Roman ancestors. Kevin was like redheaded Michael in Grade 5, my first elementary grade on Lulu Island. He too was keen on Anglophilia.

One of our cats is long-haired.

Kalman saw a very massive dark-haired creature in the woods.

"Hello. How can I help?" "Ah, hello. I bought this the other day without trying it on, and it doesn't fit me." "All right. Do you have the receipt?" "I'm afraid I've lost it." "Do you remember who served you?" "Yeah, it was a dark-haired woman with glasses."

Black-haired and gray-eyed he was, and his hands were those of one who works hard in the fields.

A white-haired man was playing an accordion outside the store.

Outside the store, a gray-haired man was playing an accordion.

The anti-Zionist myth that indigenous Levantines can't have blonde hair has had a negative impact on blonde-haired Palestinians, who find people don't believe where they're from.

Curvy blue-haired women are Tom's type.

I walked at night, here on Lulu Island. As I entered Starbucks café, sitting at a table with two Doritos bags of chips, one purple and one red, were Peter the redheaded Anglo and Hans the Netherlander on a motorized wheelchair, who offered to me. I took a few chips from both bags. Then, I was drinking reddish Passion Tango iced tea, then Oat Nog Latte. I was munching on crème brûlée almonds. I was exercising with my hand grip strengthener at my table. There were a regular couple with seemingly American spoken accents. The man was a handsome white-haired bear, always wearing a sports outfit. At Hans' request after he exited, Peter gave the purple Doritos bag to me and the red one to Chris the Japanese-English hybrid, who was a barista. The other barista was Jessica the petite Vietnamese. There were Filipino customers. Jessica asked me if I knew what was "lomi" (a Filipino noodle dish). I said that it was "rāmen." Homebound, walking, I accidentally tripped on a wooden board in a dark alleyway. My eyeglasses fell off. Luckily, I was not hurt. A Cantonese labourer helped me. Today is the 14th of December of 2024.

Later in the morning, before 10, I returned to Tim Hortons. I walked as I usually did. At a corner of a long table with a graphic of an ice hockey rink, I was eating an Herb and Garlic Pastry whilst drinking a Specialty Chai Tea with Oat Milk. Pushpak the South Asian vendor was there, then. I saw my friend Leo the Filipino with a big bag of groceries for "two weeks' worth." He said that he still ate Filipino-style, despite being here in "the Great White North." There was a dark-haired technical man with a strange Euro-like accent using a sophisticated ultramodern rotating black camera on a tripod for taking "measurements for insurance." He mentioned the word "lighter." At home, I listened to music from a radio app on my tablet: Happy '70s, '80s & '90s Pop Rock, House: Deep to Future, Baroque, Zouk Hits, and Southeast Asia Psychedelics. I was earlier today making contributions to articles in the Tagalog Wikipedia. It was the 23rd of January of 2025.

I walked again. Around 15:00, I found myself in Tim Hortons café again, this time for an Earl Grey tea with oat milk. At first, in the hall, there were only I at one corner and a lively olive-skinned black-haired man sitting at another corner. The sunshine bathed the hall through the bay windows. Then, a threesome African family sat and ate, then left. Some multiracial kids came to sit and read printed books. A familiar big-bodied Japanoid came in, holding a big plastic jug with dark purplish juice liquid inside. He ordered a pinkish red slush drink, and he sat a table in front of me. He was wearing a brown checkered jacket, green shirt, and blue jeans. He carried a big green sack. He plugged earphones into his ears.

There are about as many intersex people in the world as there are red-haired people.

The young dark-haired girl glanced up sharply as her dorm room opened, only to gape in stunned surprise at the person entering. "Whoa! Annie, is that you?" the girl asked, laughing aloud. "Hahaha! Holy shit! I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again! Where've ya been, girl?" Ann sighed inwardly. "It’s... a long story, Helen. Long, convoluted, and utterly crazy. Anyway, I’m just here to pick up my things," she said, glancing around with a frown. "But... it looks like someone already cleared them out."