When I was young I loved having henna patterns on hand.In fact, each of these designs before it was fashionable suddenly remember my mother used to make a thick paste of henna in the house, put a drop of it in the middle of the small hands and tell me to close my hand in a fist. You are allowed to remain so for as long as possible. In fact, this means leaving chaos at night in bed my mother would take old socks and put them in my fists clenched. I seek to get rid of parts drying henna socks when I wake up in the morning and cut off times with wonder and delight that my hand was orange. During the day, became Brown and beyond. Darker brown, and so it can not be more brown and gradually begin to fade
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