Forest Nymph

A forest nymph, entwined in layers of dusty smoke and fire emerges from the shadows, drifting into town - but she forgot her shoes. An ethereal fable in the afternoon hours of sun down.

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  • Therese On

    Oh for such a skirt when I was six, fabric is everything…

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