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Description
The memory of you is caught in my head like a thorn on a vine.
I pick and I pry.
But no matter what I do I can't stop thinking of you.
I just don't want to loose your face.
Your beautiful smile
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I took this photo of my sister to portray the beauty of hands.
Hair and make-up by me.
I pasted gold face make-up on her face and hands then drew vines as well as added real ones.
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