fingertips grazing the pages of an old book as soft overcast light peeks through delicate curtains, rustling ivory sheets and hot black coffee on a slow sunday morning. a wide brimmed hat on the back of your front door swinging back and forth as she briskly bounces down the stairs.
a woman aesthetically driven by scents, sounds and the simple subtleties that easily slip away from us. a sensitive being, absorbing it all and delivering it to you in the most carefully woven story– an intimate embrace, a whisper in your ear, a gentle reminder to slow down.
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