She sits in the darkness of a dust-ridden day – delicately misplaced yet equally in bravely unison, with the sophisticated elements of her very own beautiful bewilderment. Amidst this argumentative & quarreling sense of undocumented bliss, which can (viciously) twist & turn & invaluably earn its involuntary s-t-r-i-p-e-s…

This transformatively ALIVE & l-i-v-i-d time – a tryhard & pretty little eager individual of presentable & po-faced addiction to this inexplicable thing: Called an utterly & outright egalitarian State of Mastery

Over Fine, Fine Art . Where (exactly) did her heart start, though? Need to… …

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