Long, long hair and a ball of fire

My friends are special.
Very special.
One post isn't sufficient.
I have other friends outside that group.
Other super special friends.
One of them has long, long hair.
She is so earthy, so organic in an inorganic way.
She loves animals.
All kinds.
One time we were at the park by the bay.
We passed by a salt water lake and she saw a fish.
A dying fish.
She picked up the fish with her hands.
Walked to the bay.
And then she delicately released the dying fish.
So it wouldn't die.
Another time, we were talking about our hairs.
This being normal since her hair is so long.
Up to her butt.
I should say down.
Down to her butt.
So, she looks at me and asks, "when is the next crescent of a full moon?"
How was I supposed to know?
No normal person knows this by heart.
She then explained that she was going to cut her hair when that happened.
You see, it helps hair grow healthy if you cut it that day.
And so she did.
It is healthy, I think.
I like it and her hands.
She has nice hands.
I have another friend.
She's very little.
Very little.
She's a ball of fire.
She's intense and fearless.
She tends to have a problem with authority.
I love that about her.
She is so impulsive.
Everything I am not.
I can tell her many things.
And she will never find them weird.
We share many interests.
And dislikes.
I like her.
I like them both.