Around her neck was a scarf that had never been bought in a store, unless you count selling it as wool. It was so inexpertly knitted as to have utter charm, the kind that transports you back to good family times.
He had the kind of neck I doubt would ever get whiplash or any such thing, for it was so strong in appearance, wide by proportion.
With her hair in an up-do, sculpted around her head in sea-spun waves, her neck became the shy-star of the outfit, leading down to the soft muscles of her back.
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