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summer babe

She was the way he remembered her, without having known her at all. She was confidence and insecurity, focus and distraction, aristocrat and bohemian. She was most obviously a visionary flibbertigibbet standing on one leg, a camera in both hands, aiming for a falling flake of snow as people brushed past with packages and attitudes. She was everything and nothing more than a face on the corner, a moment's glimpse out the window of a bus until the light went green. She was the face in his head when he woke the next morning wondering if he really saw her, or made her up inside a dream. He rifled through the magazine he bought the day before in the hopes he'd find her there, fresher and more clear than the blurry fading visage in his head. He skipped his morning coffee for fear of washing her away.

good pic, good piece tjs

y r u so cool?

flibbertigibbet. wouldn't want to wash that away.

great shot and cool paragraph tjs....both of you are talented

hello chica

Cute pic

i love how lc-a mirror photos always have the red light on

Oh you vamp!