The old oak's branches, heavy with year's growth lay close to the ground. The mist covering the top so as to shadow it's age. There at the base of the trunk she sat. Quietly, always quietly. Her porcelain skin glows beneath the shadows of large branches. Cloaked in raven tresses gently framing her delicate features. Her eyes are as the sea, deep and blue. She sits with a single leaf from the oak. Her thin fingers caressing each point and side. Her hands move as to music. Graceful and slow, with each move made with such ease. Her eyes float among the edge of where the ocean, she's walking on a wire.
A iced coffee and kitten and fog.
ABOUT ME
- COFFEE & MORPHINE
- Married and Purr-baby: Baby Brie. FAVORITE THINGS: Coffee, Husband's pillow, Rain, Ocean, Jelly's, Real Letters, Dolphins, Pearls, Rustic Industrial, Creme Brulee, Fox, Cruelty Free, Raw Honey, Chopper Motorcycles, Introvert, Cast Iron, Bear, Black Comedy, Wolf, Manatees, Black Fishnets, Narwhals, My Bed, Norway (maternal grand-grandma), Horses, Clean Soft Straight Long Hair (men), Abalone, Guns, Paisley, Avocados, Bunnies, Sewing, Marzipan, Painting, Cats/Kittens, Whiskers (animals), Octopus, Dad's Whistle, Wood, Alfalfa, Snowflakes, Fog, Swans, Rocks, Owls, Moonstone, Norwegian sweaters, Great Pyrenees dog, Montmartre, Raccoon, Driftwood, Gardening, Bats, Curious, Macabre, Headstrong and Obstinate girl.
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