I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy~
anais nin


We were once young girls moving with joy through the woods and the sand and the water...languid innocence derived from reckless abandon and lush inhalation of divine love, it was a perfect chapter in time, on an island of beauty...

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