At the far end the copper hair and the milky skin shone out of the shadows.

We have each asked her- in our different ways- where she came by that glorious copper hair.

All that copper hair flying around left me with another vivid image.

His long copper hair flopped down, felt below the sill.

She was in front of the mirror, cutting away her rich copper hair.

Her copper hair was done up on top of her head.

Svandis's copper hair and bright eyes looking into his own.

Her copper hair was spread about her on the pillow.

The woman was tall and slim, her copper red hair pulled back in a long ponytail.

The bizarre copper hair that hung from her head was otherworldly.