Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
I will be going back to the park with a tripod or stick next time, the lens is so heavy or I have just not gotten used to it, rutting season is soon, plus I will have two weeks alone soon so it's up at stupid times and late nights out to see what I can find.
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