She looked like a kid, dressed all in blue and with that fat braid hanging to her waist.

Her dark curly hair was pulled back and hung almost to her waist.

She was sitting naked on the corner of the bed, braiding the long, dark hair that hung to her waist.

His were dark, like his long hair, which hung to his waist.

It had not helped, and now her hair hung in a tangle to her waist.

She hung there, out of the water to her waist.

A curling tangle of black hair hung almost to her waist.

It was damp, hanging rich and heavy to her waist.

It was a woman, young and slim, with long dark hair that hung to her waist.

The hair hung straight and fine to her waist.