Or! Like a passionate stroke from an ever-graceful, celestial paintbrush, adorning the cruel city street with its glory, its excellence, its curiously ephemeral permanence! Oh boy, it's been a long day.
Size 8.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
weaveling
This lock of perfection is obviously from an ill-fated weave, but how did it stay so well preserved? In a dash-like configuration, one might say?
Or! Like a passionate stroke from an ever-graceful, celestial paintbrush, adorning the cruel city street with its glory, its excellence, its curiously ephemeral permanence! Oh boy, it's been a long day.
Size 8.
Or! Like a passionate stroke from an ever-graceful, celestial paintbrush, adorning the cruel city street with its glory, its excellence, its curiously ephemeral permanence! Oh boy, it's been a long day.
Size 8.
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And here I thought I was the only one who understands weaves as the gateway to the sublime.
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