So early.Yeahhhhh...
Sweetest VictoryIt was as if she danced wickedly through dappled speckled darkness- contagiously leaving malleable steps of flightless doves. A consecrated composure remained to her countenance, however caught in the succulent moment, or the iniquitous mood, she was. She demurely danced to the tune of star-crossed lovers, and precarious moonlight outings; however, she keep her optimism low, and her female luxuries. But the moon looked down, giving an inviting dare at the connoisseur's persistent touch- the reawakening dream tapping on her shoulder. Sparrow was an impression of an lush angel but there was a grinning flicker of her ravaged halo that had fallenSweetest Victory
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"it's your time to own up to the false foundation under my arm...pictures bring clarity to what it's meant to be." -A Skylit Drive
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Specializing in equine photography. Visit my manip account: ~BlondePaintStudios
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