In the winds we danced and let loose our hair. In the winds our hands tangled and touched the tips of blossoms--floating by our eyelashes and tickling the tips of our noses. Your curls unfurled with the blossoming season and turned into roses themselves. Our moon crept behind the trees and watched our feet mingle with the cool grass underneath. This is what it means to be a Spring child.
Model: Rehana
beautiful! Oh I wish we had some of these tree nearby. :)
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