Still, strands were curling haphazardly around her ears.

The strands to his right suddenly flexed and curled, and swept back and away of their own accord.

Soft strands curled around his knuckles.

No errant strands curled around her ears or forehead.

The threads of cloth disintegrated under his fingers, the long strands of hair curled and clung.

He had slicked his wet hair back in his usual styling, but a strand was curling over his forehead unnoticed.

A few strands of coppery hair curled across her forehead, but the skin below that hair was so pale, now - so horribly pale.

A strand of black hair came loose and curled around her neck.

One strand was curling into the corner of her eye, and he carefully pushed it away.

The strands would curl around your finger and tug at your heart like a baby's hand.