it was late afternoon after a morning of lazy, wandering rains. the late-day sun had yet to break through the remaining clouds, and the world had the dreamy soft glow most often experienced by people in love.
beatrix lisbon rose late. the day was steeped in that rosy reverie and she delighted in it: a world of water seeping, soaking into her mundane realm.
styling photography et al: The Pulp Girls
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