The hands seems to slow and time seems to stop. Fingers gently caress the skin, water droplets fall from the sky. Hair wet and clothes soaked she removes the garments that shield her from the cool air. She stands in the grass, bare and natural, letting the sky’s tears cleanse her. As the water falls on her it turns to steam from the heat of her body. It envelops her, a mist rolls in her mind and she begins to spin, not knowing where she will land. She lets her mind fly, fly away from this place of binds, lies, and nothing.
Hands softly stop her and arms 덮개, 랩 around her waist. Skin on skin,...
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