She tried to avoid her reflection in the mirror. “It’s not magic,” she had told him. “It’s called physics.” She tied her greasy hair into a knot at the base of her neck. It was going to be a long night.
I’ve always been fascinated by the moment. The pinpoint in time when everything makes perfect sense and all seems right. The goal of this blog is to capture that fleeting feeling with words and pictures. Sort of like a fairytale book for adults, where each page gives the reader a scene, an emotion, a story, a sudden view.
I love the idea of your blog. I hope you keep it up :)
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