from the sunrise she had no qualms in standing undressed amid the tall grass, picking cardinals and mystique lotus to place in her flower basket; a large brim hat, the gold necklace, and a serene smile is all that she wore each day along the brook as the master of the house took to work in paints. she always felt immaculate fun being this exposed to him.
"why me, and not a true model?" she sometimes asked.
"because none of them are you," was his simple answer.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 4:37 PM UTC
from the sunrise she had no qualms in standing undressed amid the tall grass, picking cardinals and mystique lotus to place in her flower basket; a large brim hat, the gold necklace, and a serene smile is all that she wore each day along the brook as the master of the house took to work in paints. she always felt immaculate fun being this exposed to him.
"why me, and not a true model?" she sometimes asked.
"because none of them are you," was his simple answer.
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