This was of gold—not red, not auburn, not flaxen, but pure and living gold.
She was plump, pleasant-looking, with a piquant smile and flaxen hair.
The man released her, and, to her surprise, gently touched her flaxen hair.
Netta knelt, and the garland was thrown over her flaxen curls.
And the wind, playing with his long, flaxen beard, flung it into his face.
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