Monthly Archives: April 2014

Tiana

Caramel skin smoothed by caresses tender, fragile, hauntingly beautiful, deliberate in her movements, observing all, yet detached… I am a princess skipping by. Will you be my attendant and braid my hair in the sun? Will you count butterflies with … Continue reading

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