three butterflies, aerial geishas, danced out of the sunshine, into the shadows. their silken kimonos flaring and folding and flaring in graceful swirls of color, as bashful as faces hidden behind the pleats of hand-painted fans, they fled, quick, into the brightness from which they had come.
performance.
performance.
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deviant420:
Word ill stop by the shop some time if you tell me when you work again, and we will see about getting my eye-brow done ^^
frankie:
thank you for your comment on my set 