bare

 

the

simplicity

of

a

bare

shoulder

and

every

silent

invitation

that

unfolds

 

because trees shall always feed my imagination, much like cloud surfing, i find images and faces within them. as if their soul is coming out in slow doses to say hello. when i came upon this image it instantly called to my sensual side with its curves sloping and embracing one another. the words followed…

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