Her locs were like tree branches stretching themselves in all directions. Defying gravity, all with the same intention to hug the sun by day 🌞 and kiss the moon 🌙 to bed at night. She had a wild imagination, one so wild that she even amazed herself with the things that would manifest from it. When she closes her eyes her mind and soul meet in the garden and they saunter all throughout the night. Exploring new dimensions, enlightening her and showing her the secrets to her universe that she never knew about...her hair was her antenna, it was alive, it moved her toward the heavens. It protected the garden in her mind where beautiful and wild things grew.