

AnticipationAnticipationAnticipation
Her dark hair, strands flashing golden in the sunlight, falls around her face of milky white flesh tinged red by a welcome blush.
Her eyes beckon, blue, green and gray, cradling innocent curiosity.
Her lips are pale pink, the slightly
parted petals of a freshly opened rose, and wet, moistened, with morning dew.


City of NightCity of NightCity of Night
Candles burn, a thousand suns in the eternal gloom, to hold back the darkness.
They cast shadows that obscure all in the City of Night. A city in twilight, the darkest shadows obsidian dragons eating precious light.
Its denizens forms seen only in half-light, every line and shape blurred, like bodies immersed during a midnight baptism.
They scurry from place to place, dark revelries to pursue, a shadows dreams in beaut
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-> sorry for my anglish
"Przestajemy być dziećmi, w momencie gdy zdamy sobie sprawę, ze umrzemy"
C.
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Catharina...
~Alpha Female~
C.
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Catharina...
~Alpha Female~
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"The eye makes the picture, not the camera"
(Gisèle Freund)
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Make the ordinary extraordinary
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