

StripesEach Thursday, she wraps herself in knee-high socks, tall boots, and a heavy, white coat. Nothing else. Each large button on the coat is like a perfect antique coin that she traces, wanting to imprint its value on her fingertips. Then, the satin lining a secret next to her body, she takes the bus to an industrial district, where he is waiting to paint.Stripes
He always aligns his paints by the visible spectrum, from red to violet. She comes to him colorless, clean, in a white coat. He knows each shadow of her body, each gleaming highlight; he thinks of her body by regions. The desperate, hungry stripes between her ribs; the indigo
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While theres a life, theres a hope
While theres a will, theres away
All doors are open to courtesy
if your home from glass did not throw the stonon pepole
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~Jonsie~
i just wanted to let you know that your gallery is fanastic!
i love your photography!!
and well everything else too!!
byee byee!!
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I just wanted to thank you so much for the fav.
Have a beautiful day.
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Like violent retribution and wicked Archangel characters? My novel, Archon, is out! [link]
My Daily Deviation: [link]
My Best Deviation: [link]
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~Jonsie~
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