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Her eyes shine like undisturbed dew drops hovering at the gentle fingertips of young moss on the northern bark of a white cedar tree under a lazy morning sun. Spear points of obsidian pierce the disc: banished from the core of a volcano scorched by a molten heart and choking on onyx soot. The dawn warmth filters through, carried by a serene and wafting breeze. It illuminates the pleasant, tickling greenery, bringing to light the depth of her irises. Fire belches from the mountain's stomach, and the flame ignites a gleam. Her gemstone eyes shine as though the embers have been captured within. At the base, there is the earth: firm and dark and cool. Interlocking underbrush layers fawn with chestnut overtaken but not undermined by powerful streaking tree trunks. The rim is built of force and rumbles with strength. A cast of bronze is seething and glowing. Her intensity blazes as sun spots deep within ancient amber. She is as her eyes are an indigo inferno: seldom and elegantly alive.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Indigo Inferno
Her eyes shine like undisturbed dew drops hovering at the gentle fingertips of young moss on the northern bark of a white cedar tree under a lazy morning sun. Spear points of obsidian pierce the disc: banished from the core of a volcano scorched by a molten heart and choking on onyx soot. The dawn warmth filters through, carried by a serene and wafting breeze. It illuminates the pleasant, tickling greenery, bringing to light the depth of her irises. Fire belches from the mountain's stomach, and the flame ignites a gleam. Her gemstone eyes shine as though the embers have been captured within. At the base, there is the earth: firm and dark and cool. Interlocking underbrush layers fawn with chestnut overtaken but not undermined by powerful streaking tree trunks. The rim is built of force and rumbles with strength. A cast of bronze is seething and glowing. Her intensity blazes as sun spots deep within ancient amber. She is as her eyes are an indigo inferno: seldom and elegantly alive.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
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