<div class="legacy-text">"She came into the room and sat down. The sun pushes itself through the screen and the light is illuminating. So warm, yet perfect. Clothes are getting old and a new scene is on its way. The warmth of the fire in the sky sends a relaxed shiver up any spine exposed to it. Sweat kisses pale, milky skin. Burnt sienna hair with a stripe of lava only makes the scene more difficult to look but not touch. The heat is rising now, but the sun isn't the culprit. The floor is inviting to all fabrics but one. Oh no, it can't take this one. Could you resist crystal eyes, and skin like Velveteen?" -Oogles <br />(Amazing Photography - Writeboy, Makeup/Hair - Yours truly)</div>